Power poems
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The Ocean
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
HE that in venturous barks hath been
A wanderer on the deep,
Can tell of many an awful scene,
Where storms for ever sweep.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
© Richard Savage
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!
The Transplanted Rose Tree
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Amid the flowers of a garden glade
A lovely rose tree smiled,
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
© George Gordon Byron
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
The Wind
© Frances Anne Kemble
Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully
Arise the mighty winds, and sweep along
School Rhymes
© James Clerk Maxwell
O academic muse that hast for long
Charmed all the world with thy disciples song,
As myrtle bushes must give place to trees,
Our humbler strains can now no longer please.
Look down for once, inspire me in these lays.
In lofty verse to sing our Rector's praise.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 4
© Joel Barlow
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
The Devil's Walk. A Ballad
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,
With care his sweet person adorning,
He put on his Sunday clothes.
For The Reader's Ear
© Jose Asuncion Silva
No, that was not passion,
It was the vague tenderness
Inspired by a sickly child,
Lang syne, and moon pale nights.
Ephesians IV. 30. "Grieve Not The Holy Spirit, &c."
© George Herbert
And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove,
When I am sowre,
And crosse thy love?
Grieved for me? the God of strength and power
Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,
I passe away and leave it dead?
Thec Lanes Of Memory
© Edgar Albert Guest
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear,
The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed,
The pansy and the violet, too sweet, we thought those days, to last.
To a Child Blowing Bubbles
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.
The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.
To All Angels And Saints
© George Herbert
Oh glorious spirits, who after all your bands
See the smooth face of God, without a frown
Or strict commands;
Where ev'ry one is king, and hath his crown,
If not upon his head, yet in his hands:
The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law
© George Crabbe
"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,
Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;
France--December 1870
© George Meredith
Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!
"O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,"
© John Bunyan
O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,
How all our pilgrim-life thy dream hath told
The Wood Fairys Well
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Thou hast been to the forest, thou sorrowing maiden,
Where Summer reigns Queen in her fairest array,
