Power poems

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A Fair Melody: To Be Sung By Good Christians

© Hans Sachs

Awake, my heart's delight, awake

Thou Christian host, and hear

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The Ages

© William Cullen Bryant

I.

  When to the common rest that crowns our days,

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The Art Of War. Book V.

© Henry James Pye

Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.

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Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain

© William Wordsworth

I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain

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Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts III.-V.

© John Logan

What venerable father stands aghast
In yonder porch? Beneath the weight of years,
And crush of sorrow to the earth he bends.
He wrings his hands; casts a wild look to heaven,
And rends his hoary locks.  He comes this way.
Heavens, it is Albemarle!-

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Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)

© Alfred Tennyson

  To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
  Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
  Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
  Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
  Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
  And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."

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To My First Born

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Fair tiny rosebud! what a tide
  Of hidden joy, o’erpow’ring, deep,
Of grateful love, of woman’s pride,
  Thrills through my heart till I must weep
With bliss to look on thee, my son,
My first born child—my darling one!

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto VI.

© Sir Walter Scott

XI
  Albert Graeme.
It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.

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Paradise Lost : Book VII.

© John Milton


Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name

If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine

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Greeting Poem

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There was a sound in the wind to-day,

Like a joyous cymbal ringing!

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 05

© Torquato Tasso

LXIV

"For lo a knight, that had a gate to ward,

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The Bowge of Courte

© John Skelton

In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne

By radyante hete enryped hath our corne

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History

© William Watson

Here, peradventure, in this mirror glassed,

Who gazes long and well at times beholds

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Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance,
  Full forty nights and forty days
The Prophet watched for one dear glance
  Of thee and of Thy ways:

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Beauty And The Beast

© Charles Lamb


"My Lord, I swear upon my knees,
"I did not mean to harm your trees;
"But a lov'd Daughter, fair as spring,
"Intreated me a Rose to bring;
"O didst thou know, my lord, the Maid!"-

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Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog

© George Gordon Byron

When some proud son of man returns to earth,

Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,

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Saint Romualdo

© Emma Lazarus

I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,

Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains

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Modern Love

© George Meredith

I

By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:

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The Banks Of Wye - Book II

© Robert Bloomfield

Return, my Llewellyn, the glory
That heroes may gain o'er the sea,
  Though nations may feel
  Their invincible steel,
By falsehood is tarnish'd in story;
Why tarry, Llewellyn, from me?