Power poems
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Love Pure And Fervent
© William Cowper
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part.
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
The Egyptian Lotus (In an Artificial Pond)
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,
Far from those sandy shores that mile on mile,
Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave.
The Railroad
© Elizabeth Daryush
Along the iron rails
Plod still with panting power,
Range still the empty trails
Hour after hour;
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
© Jean Toomer
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age;
In The Night
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the silent midnight watches,
When the earth was clothed in gloom,
To The Lady H.O.
© Caroline Norton
I.
COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
The boundless sea that washeth many lands,
Where shells unknown to England, fair and free,
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S.
© William Cowper
In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain,
While feverish pulses leap in every vein,
I rosebecause He sank
© Emily Dickinson
I rosebecause He sank
I thought it would be opposite
But when his power dropped
My Soul grew straight.
The Bells
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
T is but a wave, whose spreading circle beats,
With the same impulse, every nerve it meets,
Yet who shall count the varied shapes that ride
On the round surge of that aerial tide!
There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
© William Wordsworth
THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear
Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,
Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:
'Tis his who walks about in the open air,
The Months have endsthe Yearsa knot
© Emily Dickinson
The Months have endsthe Yearsa knot
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery
Life's Single Standard
© Edgar Albert Guest
There are a thousand ways to cheat and a thousand ways to sin;
There are ways uncounted to lose the game, but there's only one way to win;
And whether you live by the sweat of your brow or in luxury's garb you're
dressed,
You shall stand at last, when your race is run, to be judged by the single
test.
The Waiting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I wait and watch: before my eyes
Methinks the night grows thin and gray;
I wait and watch the eastern skies
To see the golden spears uprise
Beneath the oriflamme of day!
Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin
© Thomas Chatterton
THE featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
Douglass
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Now, when the waves of swift dissension swarm,
And Honour, the strong pilot, lieth stark,
Oh, for thy voice high-sounding o'er the storm,
For thy strong arm to guide the shivering bark,
The blast-defying power of thy form,
To give us comfort through the lonely dark.
The Master
© George Essex Evans
In sea and air, in leaf and stone,
Whereer Truths magic words are writ,
No Resurrection
© Robinson Jeffers
Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword,
Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when
the hated
Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more
than metaphors.
Life and the world were as bright as knives.
