Power poems
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Gigantic daughter of the West,
© Alfred Tennyson
Gigantic daughter of the West,
We drink to thee across the flood,
Laurance - [Part 2]
© Jean Ingelow
Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.
To Lady Beaumont
© William Wordsworth
LADY! the songs of Spring were in the grove
While I was shaping beds for winter flowers;
Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House"
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]
Sonnet I "Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent"
© Henry Timrod
Poet! if on a lasting fame be bent
Thy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roam
Hope
© Mathilde Blind
But tired of these he craved a wider scope:
Then fair as Pallas from the brain of Jove
From his deep wish there sprang, full-armed, to cope
With all life's ills, even very death in love,
The only thing man never wearies of-
His own creation-visionary Hope.
The Choice Of Sweet Shy Clare
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Fair as a wreath of fresh spring flowers, a band of maidens lay
On the velvet swardenjoying the golden summer day;
And many a ringing silvry laugh on the calm air clearly fell,
With fancies sweet, which their rosy lips, half unwilling, seemed to tell.
The Rape Of Lucrece
© William Shakespeare
TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.
How Do You Tackle Your Work
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job you find?
A Counting-Out Song
© Rudyard Kipling
What is the song the children sing,
When doorway lilacs bloom in Spring,
The Pimpernel
© Celia Thaxter
SHE walks beside the silent shore,
The tide is high, the breeze is still;
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
O thou who first uplifted in such dark
So clear a torch aloft, who first shed light
The Garden Of Boccaccio
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,
…
With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves !
But Here's An Object More Of Dread
© Abraham Lincoln
But here's an object more of dread
Than aught the grave contains--
A human form with reason fled,
While wretched life remains.
The Progress of Error
© William Cowper
Sing, muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long
May find a muse to grace it with a song),
Ambition
© Edward Thomas
Unless it was that day I never knew
Ambition. After a night of frost, before
Ode To The Poppy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written by a deceased friend.
NOT for the promise of the labour'd field,
Girl To A Soldier On leave
© Isaac Rosenberg
Girl To A Soldier On Leave
Love! You love me your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much
I let you I repine.
Uncontrolled
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The mighty forces of mysterious space
Are one by one subdued by lordly man.
Sonnett - XVIII
© James Russell Lowell
THE SAME CONTINUED
Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,
