Power poems

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Boston

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

St. Botolph's Town!  Hither across the plains

  And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,

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Tale I

© George Crabbe

THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.

That all men would be cowards if they dare,

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Tyre

© James Bayard Taylor

THE wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire;

  The thundering surf of ocean beats on the rocks of Tyre, --

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Christmas Day

© Charles Kingsley

How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?

A northern Christmas, such as painters love,

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The Vanities Of Life

© John Clare

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_

What are life's joys and gains?

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Verses Found In A Summerhouse At Hales-Owen

© George Gordon Byron

When vice and folly mark them as they pass.
Like noxious reptiles o'er the whiten'd wall,
The filth they leave still points out where they crawl.

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Poverty

© Thomas Traherne

As in the house I sate,

Alone and desolate,

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Tamerton Church-Tower, Or, First Love

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore


III.
  ‘You paint a leaflet, here and there;
  And not the blossom: tell 
  What mysteries of good and fair
  These blazon'd letters spell.’

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To The Moon

© Pierre de Ronsard

Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon;


So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest

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The Shepherd's Week : Saturday; or, The Flights

© John Gay

Bowzybeus.

Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;

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On The Death Of Pushkin

© Mikhail Lermontov

"Hence is he, hence! His song out-rung,
The Singer even as the song he sung;
Who of a hot, heroic mood,
In death disgraceful shed his blood!"

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Upon A Snail

© John Bunyan

She goes but softly, but she goeth sure,

She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do.

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The Spirits for Good

© Henry Lawson

We come with peace and reason,
  We come with love and light,
To banish black self-treason
  And everlasting night.

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A Brother In Need

© Henrik Johan Ibsen

NOW, rallying once if ne'er again,

With flag at half-mast flown,

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The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives

© Edith Nesbit

We do not clamour for vengeance,

We do not whine for fear;

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Genesis BK IV

© Caedmon

(ll. 192-195) Then the Gracious King, Lord of all human kind,
blessed these two, male and female, man and wife, and spake this
word:

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Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


I broke on Marian there. "Yet she herself,
A wife, I think, had scandals of her own,-
A lover not her husband."

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The Origin Of Flattery

© Charlotte Turner Smith

WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,
Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,
And sent the fatal gift which spread below
O'er all the wretched race contagious woe,

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Recollections Of A Dreamland

© James Clerk Maxwell

Rouse ye! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares away!
As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;
All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense,
And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence.
Ye would scow were I to tell you how a guiding radiance gleams
On the outer world of action from my inner world of dreams.

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The Pleasures of Memory - Part II.

© Samuel Rogers

Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours.
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.