Power poems
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Heliodorus In The Temple
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A sound of woe in Salem! - mournful cries
Rose from her dwellings - youthful cheeks were pale,
Tears flowing fast from dim and aged eyes,
And voices mingling in tumultuous wail;
Hands raised to heaven in agony of prayer,
And powerless wrath, and terror, and despair.
A Dream Of Sappho
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``Stranger! the voice that trembles in your ear,
You would have placed, had you been fancy--free,
First in the chorus of the happiest sphere,
The home of deified mortality:
A Mystery
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
They are dying! they are dying! where the golden corn is growing,
They are dying! they are dying! where the crowded herds are lowing;
They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing,
And they perish of the plague where the breeze of health is blowing!
The Glowworm
© Madison Julius Cawein
How long had I sat there and had not beheld
The gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...
Ginevra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore
The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,
The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing
© William Wordsworth
The power of Armies is a visible thing,
Formal and circumscribed in time and space;
Mowgli's Brothers
© Rudyard Kipling
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free-
The Last Invocation
© Walt Whitman
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks-with a whisper,
Set open the doors O soul.
The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
King And Father
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Mountains and vales, how ye quake 'neath His tread
Wake from your slumbers, He calls, O ye dead!
The Nightingale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star
Shine in pale beauty from afar;
Wake now, my Soul, and humbly hear
© John Austin
Wake now, my Soul, and humbly hear
What thy mild Lord commands:
Sonnet LXXXI: Memorial Thresholds
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What place so strange,though unrevealèd snow
With unimaginable fires arise
Vae Victis
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
Saul And David
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,
Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask)
© Charles Baudelaire
II est de forts parfums pour qui toute matière
Est poreuse. On dirait qu'ils pénètrent le verre.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
The Tragedy Of Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
I HEARD an old man say today:
"A young man gives me orders now,"
