Power poems
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The Hillside Cot
© William Ellery Channing
And here the hermit sat, and told his beads,
And stroked his flowing locks, red as the fire,
The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
My spirit on thy brain;
Henry And Emma. A Poem.
© Matthew Prior
Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.
Sonnet XXXVII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SENT TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL, WITH
PAINTED FLOWERS.
The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realm
Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers,
Ode to Fear
© William Taylor Collins
Epode
In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice,
The grief-full muse addrest her infant tongue;
The maids and matrons, on her awful voice,
Silent and pale, in wild amazement hung.
Morality.
© Robert Crawford
Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
Or as even in the eyes of foreigners
William Henry Groom Vale`
© George Essex Evans
For never shall oblivion slight
The hearts that fight the Peoples fight.
Much less, when, thro a life of stress,
One voice gainst countless odds has stood,
And won, in pain and bitterness,
The Peoples good.
"Every planet above, and every star"
© Gaspara Stampa
Venus beauty too, and gentleness,
Mercury eloquence, but then the moon
Made him too cold for me, in iciness.
Each of these graces, each rare boon,
Make me burn for his fierce brightness,
And yet he freezes, through that one alone.
Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains
© Robert Browning
Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!
Mutation.
© Robert Crawford
The peaceful years, and then the stormy time
When the perturbed Earth moans, and Death himself
Seems ready to seize all his prey, "to smite
Once and to smite no more." Not yet the end,
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 1456)
© Stephen Hawes
The seconde parte of crafty rethoryke
Maye well be called dysposycyon
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Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
© William Cowper
And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;
Glorious France
© Edgar Lee Masters
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,
A crucible of molten steel, O France!
By The Bridge
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
WITH subtlest mimicry of wave and tide,
Of ocean storm, and current setting free,
Here by the bridge the river deep and wide,
Swaying the reeds along its muddy marge,
Speeds to the wharf the dusky coaling-barge
And dreams itself a commerce-quickening sea.
An Epistle To William Hogarth
© Charles Churchill
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own!
Quatrains
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
With beams December planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
Barnham Water
© Robert Bloomfield
Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung,
With glowing heart and ardent eye,
Provision
© George MacDonald
Above my head the great pine-branches tower;
Backwards and forwards each to the other bends,
Earth Voices
© Bliss William Carman
"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.
