Power poems
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At Penshurst
© Edmund Waller
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals made
Choice of their deities, this sacred shade
The Spirit's Mysteries
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And slight, withal, may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever;âit may be a soundâ
A tone of musicâsummer's breath, or springâ
A flowerâa leafâthe oceanâwhich may woundâ
Striking th' electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. ~Childe Harold.
Speech Of Honourable Preserved Doe In Secret Caucus
© James Russell Lowell
But I've talked longer now 'n I hed any idee,
An' ther's others you want to hear more 'n you du me;
So I'll set down an' give thet 'ere bottle a skrimmage,
For I've spoke till I'm dry ez a real graven image.
Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen
© John Donne
Her of your name, whose fair inheritance
Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo:
Moonlight Reveries
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The moon from solemn azure sky
Looked down on earth below,
The Conversion Of St. Paul
© John Keble
The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,
Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air:
Along the level sand
The palm-tree's shade unwavering lies,
Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise
To greet you wearied band.
The Princes' Quest - Part the Ninth
© William Watson
And passing through the city he went out
Into the fat fields lying thereabout,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131
© Alfred Tennyson
O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.
The Judgment Of Paris
© James Beattie
Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design'd;
Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,
Form'd the lone bower, the royal swain reclined.
Sonnet XIV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,
Ye martyred thousands! and with dreadful ire,
Love Came to Flora Asking for a Flower
© Toru Dutt
Love came to Flora asking for a flower
That would of flowers be undisputed queen,
Song Of The American Indian
© William Lisle Bowles
Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb
The heights of yonder hills sublime;
Ripley
© Henry Timrod
Rich in red honors, that upon him lie
As lightly as the Summer dews
Fall where he won his fame beneath the sky
Of tropic Vera Cruz;
Ash-Wednesday
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Glittring balls and thoughtless revels
Fill up now each misspent night
The TigerLily
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What wouldst thou with me? By what spell
My spirit allure, absorb, compel?
The last long beam that thou didst drink
Is buried now on evening's brink.
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
© William Wordsworth
HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;
But studious only to remove from sight
Day's mutable distinctions.--Ancient Power!
