Respect poems

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The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod

© Jonathan Swift

The rod was but a harmless wand,
  While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Twas a devouring serpent grown.

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To the People Of the Future

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

This single link was else respected

By people of the days that gone –

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A Boost For Modern Methods

© Edgar Albert Guest

In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,

Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;

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The Lady of the Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom

© Sir Walter Scott

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule
Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl,
That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,
And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;
Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar!

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Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains

© Robert Browning


Paracelsus.
Stay, stay with me!

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John Burns Of Gettysburg

© Francis Bret Harte

So raged the battle. You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and backward pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
At which John Burns—a practical man—
Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows,
And then went back to his bees and cows.

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The Limitations Of Greatness

© Edgar Albert Guest

NO MAN really knows enough
To be hateful to his brother,
None is rich enough to cuff
And be cruel to another;
None so clever that he can
Justly wrong his fellow man.

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Thomas Winterbottom Hance

© William Schwenck Gilbert

IN all the towns and cities fair
On Merry England's broad expanse,
No swordsman ever could compare
With THOMAS WINTERBOTTOM HANCE.

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The Fight Worth While

© Edgar Albert Guest

fight worth while on this good old earth

Isn't the fight for a hoard of gold I

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Don Juan: Canto The Fifth

© George Gordon Byron

When amatory poets sing their loves

In liquid lines mellifluously bland,

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The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

PHILIP [aside].  If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?

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Song I

© George Wither

Lordly gallants! tell me this

  (Though my safe content you weigh not),

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Don Juan: Canto The Second

© George Gordon Byron

Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

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The Bad Squire

© Charles Kingsley

The merry brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
Under the moonlight still.

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Daniel. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus,  dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.

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An Artist

© Robinson Jeffers

That sculptor we knew, the passionate-eyed son of a quarryman,
Who astonished Rome and Paris in his meteor youth, and then
was gone, at his high tide of triumphs,
Without reason or good-bye; I have seen him again lately, after
twenty years, but not in Europe.

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King Cophetua The First

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Said Jove within himself one day,

  ‘I'll make me a mistress out of clay!

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The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CYPRIAN.  Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go?  Say why?

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The Castle Of Indolence

© James Thomson

The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.