Power poems
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The Day of Hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
Enniskillen
© Alice Guerin Crist
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,
When Danny rode in the HuntersÂ’ Plate
Song Of Fellowship.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday
of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with
Lily.]
Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer
© William Cowper
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
The Metamorphosis Of Plants.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery
solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,
The Eagle And Dove.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IN search of prey once raised his pinions
An eaglet;
A huntsman's arrow came, and reft
His right wing of all motive power.
Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Descent Into Hell.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal
but faint representation, was written when Goethe was only sixteen
years old. It derives additional interest from the fact of its being
the very earliest piece of his that is preserved. The few other
pieces included by Goethe under the title of Religion and Church
are polemical, and devoid of interest to the English reader.]
Rhymed Distichs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
RHYMED DISTICHS.[The Distichs, of which these are given as a
specimen, are about forty in number.]WHO trusts in God,
Fears not His rod.THIS truth may be by all believed:
Whom God deceives, is well deceived.HOW? when? and where?--No answer comes from high;
To My Sister
© William Wordsworth
IT is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
The Plough, A Landscape In Berkshire
© Richard Henry Horne
ABOVE yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.
Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
© Wallace Stevens
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
Sonnet XXXVIII: Fair and Lovely Maid
© Samuel Daniel
Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,
See thy Leander striving in these waves,
The Wilderness
© Kathleen Raine
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare
Winters before I was born of song and story,
Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,
The Lord's Call To His Children
© John Newton
Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!
Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks,
And every word is love.
The Sun-Dial at Wells College
© Henry Van Dyke
The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A fleet with flags arrayed
Sailed from the port of Brest,
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
The Two Rivers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;
So slowly that no human eye hath power
Homer's Hymn To The Moon
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power
Mingled in love and sleep--to whom she bore
Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.
