Power poems
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Verses, To William Lyttleton, Esq.
© William Shenstone
How blithely pass'd the summer's day!
How bright was every flower!
While friends arrived in circles gay,
To visit Damon's bower!
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634. (Comus)
© John Milton
The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out with all manner of
deliciousness: soft music, tables spread with all dainties. Comus
appears with his rabble, and the LADY set in an enchanted chair;
to
whom he offers his glass; which she puts by, and goes about to
rise.
The God And The Bayadere - An Indian Legend
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Men as man he'd fain perceive.
And when he the town as a trav'ller hath seen,
Observing the mighty, regarding the mean,
He quits it, to go on his journey, at eve.
SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from The Clouds)
© Aristophanes
CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever,
Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,
A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age
© Alice Meynell
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses,
O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses
What thy thin fingers touch, with her caresses.
Autumn Winds
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh! Autumn winds, what means this plaintive wailing
Around the quiet homestead where we dwell?
The March Into Viriginia
© Herman Melville
But some who this blithe mood present,
As on in lightsome files they fare,
Shall die experienced ere three days are spent -
Perish, enlightened by the vollied glare;
Or shame survive, and, like to adamant,
The throe of Second Manassas share.
Mogg Megone - Part I.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,
The Soldier
© Jones Very
He was not armed like those of eastern clime,
Whose heavy axes felled their heathen foe;
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXIII
Arnoldo, minion of the Prince thus slain,
The Saturday Night Song
© Julian Tuwim
Hooray, the echo will resound throughout the wide square,
When a sincere drunkard's song emanates from my throat;
Tonight I'll be lapping up a smoky pub's atmosphere,
I'm bloody well going to get sloshed, buzzed and somewhere float.
Would I Were With Thee!
© Caroline Norton
WOULD I were with thee! every day and hour
Which now I spend so sadly, far from thee--
Would that my form possessed the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be!
Whate'er thy lot--by land or sea--
Would I were with thee--eternally!
And Now In Accents Deep And Low
© Washington Allston
And now, in accents deep and low,
Like voice of fondly-cherish'd woe,
The Huntsman's Horse
© William Henry Ogilvie
The galloping seasons have slackened his pace,
And stone wall and timber have battered his knees
The Dark, Blue Sea
© George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
On The Death Of Rev. William Benwell, M.A.
© William Lisle Bowles
Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brink
Almost of death I strove, and with mild voice
Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,
Whom the fair-ankled Leda, mixed in love
With mighty Saturns Heaven-obscuring Child,
On Taygetus, that lofty mountain wild,
Mater Christianorum, Ora Pro Nobis
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
In the hour of grief and sorrow,
When my heart is full of care,
