Truth poems
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The Voyage Of The 'Ophir'
© George Meredith
Men of our race, we send you one
Round whom Victoria's holy name
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood
© William Cullen Bryant
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
Faith in God
© Henry Kendall
HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists
To calm conviction in these days of strife,
Will learn that in this steadfast stand exists
The scholarship severe of human life.
In The Waste Hour
© William Ernest Henley
Nay, there were we,
Her five strong sons!
To her Death came--the great Deliverer came! -
As equal comes to equal, throne to throne.
She was a mother of men.
470. SongShe says she loes me best of a
© Robert Burns
SAE flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly oer-arching
Twa laughing een o lovely blue;
131. SongWillie Chalmers
© Robert Burns
WI braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus Im got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;
He and She
© William Schwenck Gilbert
[HE.] I know a youth who loves a little maid -
(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
Idyll XII. The Comrades
© Theocritus
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I tell my fall? The life of man
Is but a tale of tumbles, this way thrown
At his beginning by mere haste of plan
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown;
72. SongYoung Peggy Blooms
© Robert Burns
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.
Sonnet 25: The Wisest Scholar
© Sir Philip Sidney
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
Mrs. Katherines Lantern
© William Makepeace Thackeray
"Coming from a gloomy court,
Place of Israelite resort,
This old lamp I've brought with me.
Madam, on its panes you'll see
The initials K and E."
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
257. Ode on the Departed Regency Bill
© Robert Burns
Then know this truth, ye Sons of Men!
(Thus ends thy moral tale,)
Your darkest terrors may be vain,
Your brightest hopes may fail.
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet
© Robert Burns
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
An bar the doors wi driving snaw,
An hing us owre the ingle,
I set me down to pass the time,
83. The Cotters Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:
260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox
© Robert Burns
But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.
308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
STOP, passenger! my storys brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
