Power poems
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The Lady Of La Garaye - Part II
© Caroline Norton
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze
That murmurs welcome in the bending trees,
When the cold shadowy foe of life departs,
And the warm blood flows freely through our hearts:
Memory's River
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposes
That strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,
On The Decline Of Faith
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS in some half-burned forest, one by one,
We catch far echoes on the doleful breeze,
Born of the downfall of its ruined trees;
While even thro' those which stand, slow shudderings run,
Nathan The Wise - Act III
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
And when this moment comes,
And when this warmest inmost of my wishes
Shall be fulfilled, what then? what then?
The Recuperative Power Of Youth.
© Robert Crawford
She has hope's remedy in being young:
When age is on, and life has such a fall,
The efficacy has left that medicine
Which in youth is so vital.
King Billy's Skull.
© James Brunton Stephens
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;
The time oh, any time of the year
The Mystery Of Life
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Life's mystery - deep, restless as the ocean -
Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro;
Earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion,
As in and out its hollow moanings flow.
Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea,
Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in thee!
The Rain Poured Down by Dan Gerber: American Life in Poetry #18 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Every reader of this column has at one time felt the frightening and paralyzing powerlessness of being a small child, unable to find a way to repair the world. Here the California poet, Dan Gerber, steps into memory to capture such a moment.
The Rain Poured Down
Elijah's Mantle
© George Canning
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.
When, by th' Almighty's dread command
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til the end)
© Stephen Hawes
How he made oblacyon to the goddes Pallas & sayled ouer the tempestous flode. ca. xxxvj.
4921 So longe we rode ouer hyll and valey
4922 Tyll that we came in to a wyldernes
4923 On euery syde there wylde bestes lay
By Candlelight
© Sylvia Plath
This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.
The Grave By The Lake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles
Dimple round its hundred isles,
And the mountain's granite ledge
Cleaves the water like a wedge,
Ringed about with smooth, gray stones,
Rest the giant's mighty bones.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IV - Tertium Quid
© Robert Browning
Is so far clear? You know Violante now,
Compute her capability of crime
By this authentic instance? Black hard cold
Crime like a stone you kick up with your foot
I the middle of a field?
The Sword Of Pain
© George Essex Evans
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,
The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,
Colin's Mistakes. Written In Imitation Of Spenser's Style
© Matthew Prior
Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred,
(Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream)
The Thunderstorm
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
DEEP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky,
Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high
The gossamer to bear.
Hymn To The Sun
© Matthew Prior
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year,
With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;
The Dreams That Came True
© Jean Ingelow
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere
The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,
Rolling and rolling on and resting never,
While like a phantom fell, behind her pacing
The unfurled flag of night, her shadow drear
Fled as she fled and hung to her forever.
