Power poems
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Though Some Good Things Of Lower Worth
© Anna Laetitia Waring
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance. Psalm 16:5.
Though some good things of lower worth
Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomsons "Castle Of Indolence"
© William Wordsworth
WITHIN our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
Heat
© Archibald Lampman
From plains that reel to southward, dim,
The road runs by me white and bare;
Ode to Superstition
© Samuel Rogers
I. 1.
Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
The Boy Mind
© Edgar Albert Guest
WISH I was only as bright as my boy,
Wish I could think of the things that he springs;
Atheism --
© Phillis Wheatley
Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feild
To tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 02 - Substance Is Eternal
© Lucretius
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Charades
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Spake John Grogblossom the coachman to Eliza Spinks the cook:
"Mrs. Spinks," says he, "I've foundered: 'Liza dear, I'm overtook.
Druv into a corner reglar, puzzled as a babe unborn;
Speak the word, my blessed 'Liza; speak, and John the coachman's yourn."
An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms
© Matthew Prior
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,
And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,
Sonnet I: Love Enthroned
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:
Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
Corydon's Supplication To Phyllis
© Nicholas Breton
Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain
May sue to thee for grace,
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
Ode To Despair
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE.
THOU spectre of terrific mien!
Lord of the hopeless heart and hollow eye,
In whose fierce train each form is seen
Early Spring
© Alfred Tennyson
Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.
The King of Canoodle-Dum
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The story of FREDERICK GOWLER,
A mariner of the sea,
To The True Patroness of all Poetry, Calliope
© Francis Beaumont
It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,
That for his lines none should a patron chuse
And You, Helen
© Edward Thomas
And you, Helen, what should I give you?
So many things I would give you
Spring
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
America for Me
© Henry Van Dyke
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
