Power poems
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A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant
© Jupiter Hammon
Master.
Come my servant, follow me,
According to thy place;
And surely God will be with thee,
And send the heav'nly grace.
The Poor Children
© Victor Marie Hugo
Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high.
"The Undying One" - Canto IV
© Caroline Norton
On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.
Wellington
© Charles Harpur
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
The Speeches of Gratulations
© Benjamin Jonson
Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire,
Dar'st kindle stranger, and un-hallowed fire
Upon this Altar?
O'Connell
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
So let the verse in echoing accents ring,
So proudly sing,
With intermittent wail,
The nation's dead, but sceptred King,
The glory of the Gael.
The Invitation
© Robert Bloomfield
O for the strength to paint my joy once more!
That joy I feel when Winter's reign is o'er;
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
From The Prometheus Vinctus Of Aeschylus
© George Gordon Byron
Great Jove, to whose almighty throne
Both gods and mortals homage pay,
Ne'er may my soul thy power disown,
Thy dread behests ne'er disobey.
"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;
At Eleusis
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MEN of Eleusis, ye that with long staves
Sit in the market-houses, and speak words
Tasso And His Sister
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd,
The citron's breath went by,
Reflections Suggested By Winter
© James Thomson
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends
The Salad. By Virgil
© William Cowper
The winter night now well nigh worn away,
The wakeful cock proclaimed approaching day,
When Simulus, poor tenant of a farm
Of narrowest limits, heard the shrill alarm,
The Soldier's Return to His Home
© Robert Bloomfield
My untried muse shall no high tone assume,
Nor strut in arms - farewell, my cap and plume!
Niagara
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
My lyre! give me my lyre! My bosom feels
The glow of inspiration. Oh how long
Have I been left in darkness since this light
Last visited my brow, Niagara!
Thou with thy rushing waters dost restore
The heavenly gift that sorrow took away.
The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa
© William Cowper
I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe
Periander
© George Meredith
How died Melissa none dares shape in words.
A woman who is wife despotic lords
Count faggot at the question, Shall she live!
Her son, because his brows were black of her,
Runs barking for his bread, a fugitive,
And Corinth frowns on them that feed the cur.
