Power poems
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Locksley Hall Sixty Years After
© Alfred Tennyson
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 131
© Alfred Tennyson
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]
© Alfred Tennyson
[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;
Nameless Pain
© Stoddard Elizabeth
I should be happy with my lot:A wife and mother -- is it notEnough for me to be content?What other blessing could be sent?
The Faerie Queene, Book III, Canto 6
© Edmund Spenser
THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTISOR OF CHASTITIE
Indian Names
© Sigourney Lydia Huntley
"How can the red men be forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving?"
Astrophel and Stella: 107
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella since thou so right a Princesse artOf all the powers which life bestowes on me,That ere by them ought vndertaken be,They first resort vnto that soueraigne part;Sweete for a while giue respite to my hart,Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:And on my thoughts giue my LieftenancyTo this great cause, which needs both vse and art
Astrophel and Stella: 99
© Sir Philip Sidney
When far-spent night perswades each mortall eye,To whom nor art nor nature graunteth light,To lay his then marke wanting shafts of sight,Clos'd with their quiuers in sleeps armory;With windowes ope then most my mind doth lie,Viewing the shape of darknesse and delight,Takes in that sad hue, which with th'inward night,Of his mazde powers keepes perfit harmony:But when birds charme, and that sweet aire, which isMornes messenger, with rose enameld skiesCals each wight to salute the floure of blisse;In tombe of lids then buried are mine eyes,For'st by their Lord, who is asham'd to findSuch light in sense, with such a darkned mind
Astrophel and Stella: 96
© Sir Philip Sidney
Thought with good cause thou likest so well the night,Since kind or chance giues both one liuerie,Both sadly black, both blackly darkned be,Night bard from Sun, thou from thy owne Sun light;Silence in both displaies his sullen might,Slow heauinesse in both holds one degree,That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie;Thy teares expresse nights natiue moisture right
Astrophel and Stella: 88
© Sir Philip Sidney
Out traytour absence, darest thou counsell me,From my deare Captainnesse to run away?Because in braue array heere marcheth she,That to win me, oft shewes a present pay?Is faith so weake? or is such force in thee?When Sun is hid, can starres such beames display?Cannot heau'ns food once felt, keepe stomakes freeFrom base desire on earthly cates to pray
