Power poems
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My Room
© George MacDonald
But when, sinking slow, the sun
Leaves the glowing curtain dun,
I, of prophet-insight reft,
Shall be dull and dreamless left;
I must hasten proof on proof,
Weaving in the warp my woof!
Tale XII
© George Crabbe
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.
'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,
Part of an Irregular Fragment
© Helen Maria Williams
I.
Rise, winds of night! relentless tempests, rise!
The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools
© George Crabbe
pride, -
Their room, the sty in which th' assembly meet,
In the close lane behind the Northgate-street;
T'observe his vain attempts to keep the peace,
Till tolls the bell, and strife and troubles cease,
Maui Victor
© Johannes Carl Andersen
Unhewn in quarry lay the Parian stone,
Ere hands, god-guided, of Praxiteles
From The Conflict Of Convictions
© Herman Melville
_Yea and Nay--_
_Each hath his say;_
_But God He keeps the middle way._
_None was by_
_When He spread the sky;_
_Wisdom is vain, and prophecy._
Shall Earth no more inspire thee
© Emily Jane Brontë
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Apostate Will
© Thomas Chatterton
In days of old, when Wesley's power
Gathered new strength by every hour;
The Honest Shepherd
© Matthew Prior
When hungry wolves had trespass'd on the fold,
And the robb'd shepherd his sad story told,
A Story of the Sea-Shore
© George MacDonald
It was a simple tale, a monotone:
She climbed one sunny hill, gazed once abroad,
Then wandered down, to pace a dreary plain;
Alas! how many such are told by night,
In fisher-cottages along the shore!
Thomas the Rhymer
© Sir Walter Scott
Ancient
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;
And there he saw a lady bright,
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.
December 23, 1879
© George MacDonald
A thousand houses of poesy stand around me everywhere;
They fill the earth and they fill my thought, they are in and above the
air;
But to-night they have shut their doors, they have shut their shining
windows fair,
And I am left in a desert world, with an aching as if of care.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto II.
© George Gordon Byron
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Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy 'larum afar
Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war:
All the sons of the mountains arise at the note,
Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!
Pretence. Part II - The Library
© John Kenyon
From such a world, all touch, all ear, all eye,
What marvel, then, if proud Abstraction fly;
Amid Hercynian shades pursue his theme,
And leave the land of Locke to gold and steam?
The four Monarchyes, the Assyrian being the first, beginning under Nimrod, 131. Years after the Floo
© Anne Bradstreet
When time was young, & World in Infancy,
Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty:
Dramatic Fragment
© Henry Timrod
Let the boy have his will! I tell thee, brother,
We treat these little ones too much like flowers,
The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,
As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;
The Task : Complete
© William Cowper
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
