Power poems
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10. The Ronalds of the Bennals
© Robert Burns
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a, man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a, man.
520. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 3
© Robert Burns
TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
O grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the waeest man
Of ony man alive.
327. On Glenriddells Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.
The Broken Tower
© Hart Crane
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.
126. Lines written on a Bank-note
© Robert Burns
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o a my woe and grief!
For lack o thee Ive lost my lass!
For lack o thee I scrimp my glass!
The Seventh Day
© Yehudah HaLevi
Forget not the day of the Sabbath,
Its mention is like a pleasant offering.
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
324. SongThe Charms of Lovely Davies
© Robert Burns
O HOW shall I, unskilfu, try
The poets occupation?
The tunefu powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
To Horace Bumstead
© James Weldon Johnson
If so, take new and greater courage then,
And think no more withouten help you stand;
For sure as God on His eternal throne
Sits, mindful of the sinful deeds of men,
--The awful Sword of Justice in His hand,--
You shall not, no, you shall not, fight alone.
346. SongSuch a parcel of Rogues in a Nation
© Robert Burns
FAREWEEL to a our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel evn to the Scottish name,
Sae famd in martial story.
A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar
© Robert Duncan
But the eyes in Goyas painting are soft,
diffuse with rapture absorb the flame.
Their bodies yield out of strength.
Waves of visual pleasure
wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience.
136. PrayerO Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reignst above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
Contemplation
© Francis Thompson
This morning saw I, fled the shower,
The earth reclining in a lull of power:
The heavens, pursuing not their path,
Lay stretched out naked after bath,
Or so it seemed; field, water, tree, were still,
Nor was there any purpose on the calm-browed hill.
421. Epitaph on a Lap-dog
© Robert Burns
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
153. Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet
© Robert Burns
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay,
No storied urn nor animated bust;
This simple stone directs pale Scotias way,
To pour her sorrows oer the Poets dust.
