Power poems

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Time XXI

© Khalil Gibran

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

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The Schoolhouse On The Plain

© Joseph Furphy

On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries join
At a level and interminable lane
You can see it there, alone, standing calmly on its own,
Like an iceberg in a solitary main.
It's a topographic base, and each near or distant place
Is located from the Schoolhouse on the Plain.

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The Widow and Her Son XXI

© Khalil Gibran

Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds

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The Playground of Life XIX

© Khalil Gibran

One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.

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The House of Fortune III

© Khalil Gibran

My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune

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The Farewell XXVIII

© Khalil Gibran

And now it was evening.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fourth Dialogue=.

© Giordano Bruno


SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state nine
reasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree in
one general reason and one common enthusiasm.

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The Criminal V

© Khalil Gibran

A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation

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The Creation I

© Khalil Gibran

The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty

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A Quiet Mind

© Thomas Vaux

When all is done and said,

In the end thus shall you find,

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Song of Man XXV

© Khalil Gibran

I was here from the moment of the
Beginning, and here I am still. And
I shall remain here until the end
Of the world, for there is no
Ending to my grief-stricken being.

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Horace. Book II. Ode X.

© William Cowper

Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach,
So shalt thou live beyond the reach
Of adverse fortune's power;
Not always tempt the distant deep,
Nor always timorously creep
Along the treacherous shore.

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Peace XVIII

© Khalil Gibran

The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field

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Houses chapter IX

© Khalil Gibran

A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses."

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La Pipe (The Pipe)

© Charles Baudelaire

Je suis la pipe d'un auteur;
On voit, à contempler ma mine
D'Abyssinienne ou de Cafrine,
Que mon maître est un grand fumeur.

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Eating and Drinking chapter VI

© Khalil Gibran

Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

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Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI

© Khalil Gibran

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley

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The Masque Of Pandora

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THE VOICE.
Not finished till I breathe the breath of life
Into her nostrils, and she moves and speaks.

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To a Waterfowl

© William Cullen Bryant

Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,
And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,
Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,
A silent man among the tombs he came,