Power poems

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Aneurin's Harp

© George Meredith

I

Prince of Bards was old Aneurin;

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The Elder's Rebuke

© Emily Jane Brontë

"Listen! When your hair, like mine,
Takes a tint of silver gray;
When your eyes, with dimmer shine,
Watch life's bubbles float away:

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The Pilgrim of Life.

© Caroline Norton

PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,

 To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;

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The Banquet

© George Herbert

Welcome sweet and sacred cheer,
  Welcome deare;
With me, in me, live and dwell:
For thy neatnesse passeth sight,
  Thy delight
Passeth tongue to taste or tell.

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An Answer

© Zbigniew Herbert

This will be a night in deep snow
which has the power to muffle steps
in deep shadow transforming
bodies to two puddles of darkness
we lie holding our breath
and even the slightest whisper of thought

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The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades

© George Meredith

He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals:  he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.

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The Olive

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

I have heard a friar say

That the Olive learned to pray

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The Child Of The Islands - Opening

© Caroline Norton

I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,

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August

© Boris Pasternak

This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
Between the curtains and the sofa lay,

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For A Child

© Harriet Monroe

Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
Though it is day,
Though through the window flares the gaudy day.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=

© Giordano Bruno

MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.

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The Beggar Maid

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go

To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe.

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius

© Robert Browning

  Thus
Would I defend the step,—were the thing true
Which is a fable,—see my former speech,—
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.

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Orlando Furioso Canto 22

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight

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For Class Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,

To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,

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To Rhea

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,

Not with flatteries, but truths,

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

II The Devices
  Love, kiss'd by Wisdom, wakes twice Love,
  And Wisdom is, thro' loving, wise.
  Let Dove and Snake, and Snake and Dove,
  This Wisdom's be, that Love's device.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno


Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:

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Inscription-For the relief by Preston Powers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The Eagle, stooping from yon snow-blown peaks,
For the wild hunter and the Bison seeks,
In the changed world below; and finds alone
Their graven semblance in the eternal stone.