Religion poems

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Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools

© William Cowper

It is not from his form, in which we trace

Strength join'd with beauty, dignity with grace,

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The Borough. Letter IV: Sects And Professions In Religion

© George Crabbe

"SECTS in Religion?"--Yes of every race

We nurse some portion in our favour'd place;

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Aeneid

© Virgil

THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE RELIGION OF LOVE
So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart
What care I for the rest, for good or ill?
What for the peace of soul good deeds impart,

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Hope Is Not For The Wise

© Robinson Jeffers

Hope is not for the wise, fear is for fools;

Change and the world, we think, are racing to a fall,

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Tale II

© George Crabbe

frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with

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Sonnet XVII. To Sir Henry Vane The Younger

© John Milton

Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, 
  Than whom a better senator ne'er held 
  The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms repell'd 
  The fierce Epirot and the African bold, 

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter X - The Pope

© Robert Browning

“Then Stephen, Pope and seventh of the name,
“Cried out, in synod as he sat in state,
“While choler quivered on his brow and beard,
“‘Come into court, Formosus, thou lost wretch,
“‘That claimedst to be late the Pope as I!’

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The Fairies Farewell, or God a Mercy Will

© Richard Corbet

Farewell, rewards and fairies,  

 Good housewives now may say,  

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The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees

© George Crabbe

feel.
  Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign'd,
And three such favourites their admission gain'd;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.

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Satyr III. Virtue

© Thomas Parnell

Is virtue something reall here below
Or but an Idle name & empty show
While on this head I take my thoughts to task
Methinks young Freedom answers wt I ask
In his own moralls thus the Spark goes on
Or thus if he were here he might have don

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A Devout Lover

© Thomas Randolph

I have a mistress, for perfections rare

In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.

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All Hail To The Czar!

© Alfred Austin

All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam

That thunders, untamed, around Albion's shore,

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Ode On The Present Times, 27th January 1795

© Amelia Opie

Lo! Winter drives his horrors round;

  Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly;

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The Self We Share

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi


This is dumb, the self- defeating way
we've been.

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Table Talk

© William Cowper

A.  You told me, I remember, glory, built

On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;

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Purgatorio (English)

© Dante Alighieri


To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
  The little vessel of my genius now,
  That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;