Religion poems

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The Rebel

© Henry Lawson

CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.
And the foe of “law and order”, well deserving of the rod,
But I scorn the biassed sentence from the temples of the creed
That was fouled and mutilated by the ministers of greed,
For the strength that I inherit is the strength of Truth and Right;
Lords of earth! I am immortal in the battles cf the night!

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The Black Sheep

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler


"Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?"
"Yes, sir-yes, sir: a whole world full."

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The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And

© George Crabbe

Govenors

AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,

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A Litany

© John Donne


II.
THE SON.

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One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II

© Madison Julius Cawein

  Here at last! And do you know
  That again you've kept me waiting?
  Wondering, anticipating,
  If your "yes" meant "no."

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October

© John Jay Chapman

A day all zenith; the enclosing air,
Like to the lens of a vast telescope,
Shows the enameled globe, which now doth wear
Its gayest motley; every jutting slope
And quiet spire appears both far and near,
Seen through the splendor of the atmosphere.

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Religion and Death

© Nathaniel Cotton

Lo! a form divinely bright

Descends, and bursts upon my sight;

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A Fable For Critics

© James Russell Lowell

  'Why, nothing of consequence, save this attack
On my friend there, behind, by some pitiful hack,
Who thinks every national author a poor one,
That isn't a copy of something that's foreign, 
And assaults the American Dick--'

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To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an

© Anne Bradstreet

By duty bound, and not by custome led

To celebrate the praises of the dead,

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With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

  I’ve taken my abode—

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Ash-Wednesday

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Glitt’ring balls and thoughtless revels

  Fill up now each misspent night—

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The Spartan Boy

© Charles Lamb

When I the memory repeat

Of the heroic actions great,

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter I - The Ring And The Book

© Robert Browning

DO you see this Ring?

  ’Tis Rome-work, made to match

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For a Statue of the Heavenly Aphrodite

© Theocritus

Aphrodite stands here; she of heavenly birth;
Not that base one who's wooed by the children of earth.
'Tis a goddess; bow down. And one blemishless all,
Chrysogone, placed her in Amphicles' hall:

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In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse

© Henry Kendall

The grand, authentic songs that roll
Across grey widths of wild-faced sea,
The lordly anthems of the Pole,
Are loud upon the lea.

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Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa

© Richard Savage

Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!

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Gotham - Book II

© Charles Churchill

How much mistaken are the men who think

That all who will, without restraint may drink,

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Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well

© William Langland

  Thus y-robed in russet . romed I aboute

  Al in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;

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The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford

© George Crabbe

"No charms she now can boast,"--'tis true,

But other charmers wither too:

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Jerusalem

© Nizar Qabbani

I wept until my tears were dry

I prayed until the candles flickered