Power poems
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Fate, Or God?
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BEYOND the record of all eldest things,
Beyond the rule and regions of past time,
From out Antiquity's hoary-headed rime,
Looms the dread phantom of a King of kings:
Dead Sea Fruit
© Madison Julius Cawein
All things have power to hold us back.
Our very hopes build up a wall
Of doubt, whose shadow stretches black
O'er all.
The Chapel of the Hermits
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,
I pray for help to unbelief;
For needful strength aside to lay
The daily cumberings of my way.
The Pastime of Pleasure : The First Part.
© Stephen Hawes
Here begynneth the passe tyme of pleasure.
Ryyght myghty prynce / & redoubted souerayne
Saylynge forthe well / in the shyppe of grace
Ouer the wawes / of this lyfe vncertayne
Bell Birds
© Henry Kendall
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
Within and Without: Part III: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
SCENE I.-Night. London. A large meanly furnished room; a single
candle on the table; a child asleep in a little crib. JULIAN
sits by the table, reading in a low voice out of a book. He looks
older, and his hair is lined with grey; his eyes look clearer.
Mazeppa
© George Gordon Byron
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day,
When fortune left the royal Swede--
Around a slaughtered army lay,
No more to combat and to bleed.
The Test
© Edgar Albert Guest
You can brag about the famous men you know;
You may boast about the great men you have met,
Sonnet LV.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
RETURN OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
Written in May, 1791.
BORNE on the warm wing of the western gale,
How tremulously low is heard to float
The Mystery
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I WAS not; now I am a few days hence
I shall not be; I fain would look before
The Temperance Movement
© Charles Harpur
A POWER is stirringa broad light has shone
Amid the nationsin the wilderness
The Victor Of Antietam
© Herman Melville
When tempest winnowed grain from bran;
And men were looking for a man,
Authority called you to the van,
McClellan:
Along the line the plaudit ran,
As later when Antietam's cheers began.
A Mothers Song
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Over fast--closed baby eyes
In the garden's golden air
Blossom--white the butterflies
Hover, hurry, part and pair,
Sudden shinings, flown nowhere!
Blue, above, the unbounded skies!
The Golden Key
© George MacDonald
From off the earth the vapours curled,
Went up to meet their joy;
The boy awoke, and all the world
Was waiting for the boy!
Tribute To Oliver Wendell Holmes
© Julia Ward Howe
Thou man of noble mould!
Whose metal grows not cold
Beneath the hammer of the hurrying years;
A fiery breath doth blow
Across its fervid glow,
And still its resonance delights our ears;
Sonnet 10: Reason
© Sir Philip Sidney
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still
Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree,
To My Wife
© James Clerk Maxwell
Oft in the night, from this lone room
I long to fly oer land and sea,
To pierce the dark, dividing gloom,
And join myself to thee.
An Ode : While Blooming Youth And Gay Delight
© Matthew Prior
While blooming youth and gay delight
Sit on thy rosy cheeks confess'd,
Thou hast, my dear, undoubted right
To triumph o'er this destined breast.
My reason bends to what thy eyes ordain;
For I was born to love, and thou to reign.
