Truth poems
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A Monument For The Soldiers
© James Whitcomb Riley
A monument for the Soldiers!
And what will ye build it of?
66. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux
© Robert Burns
Thohe was bred to kintra-wark,
And counted was baith wight and stark,
Yet that was never Robins mark
To mak a man;
But tell him, he was learnd and clark,
Ye roosd him then!
The Art Of War. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
If chiefs like these in combat vers'd have found
Their honors fade as fortune sudden frown'd,
If they have fall'n from fortune's giddy height,
What can ye hope yet novices in fight?
Scarce wean'd by fierce Bellona's fostering arms,
Young in the field, and new to War's alarms.
The Sermon Of The Rose
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wilful we are in our infirmity
Of childish questioning and discontent.
37. Epitaph on William Muir
© Robert Burns
AN HONEST man here lies at rest
As eer God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Life Is A Dream - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.
Egotism
© Jane Taylor
But 'tis not only with the loud and rude
That self betrays its nature unsubdued ;
Polite attention and refined address
But ill conceal it, and can ne'er suppress :
One truth, despite of manner, stands confest--
They love themselves unspeakably the best.
At A Funeral
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I loved her too, this woman who is dead.
Look in my face. I have a right to go
And see the place where you have made her bed
Among the snow.
The Royal Tombs Of Golconda
© Sarojini Naidu
I MUSE among these silent fanes
Whose spacious darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
To A Happy Warrior
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Glory to God who made a man like this!
To God be praise who in the empty heaven
Set Earth's gay globe
With its green vesture given
Song Of A Dream
© Sarojini Naidu
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
Ode to H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad
© Sarojini Naidu
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
The Indiscreet Confessions
© Jean de La Fontaine
BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
The belle received the offer of his heart;
So well he managed and expressed his flame.
That soon her lord and master he became,
By Hymen's right divine, you may conceive,
And nothing short of it you should believe.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.
The Phoenix and the Turtle
© William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
Ode for Memorial Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DONE are the toils and the wearisome marches,
Done is the summons of bugle and drum.
Night
© James Montgomery
Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!
Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---
© William Wordsworth
Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone;
Thou Angler, by the silent flood;
And mourn when thou art all alone,
Thou Woodman, in the distant wood!
On The University Carrier
© John Milton
Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt,
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
