Truth poems

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A Soul in Prison

© Augusta Davies Webster

  "They," you'd answer me,
if you owned my instance, "sorrowed in their doubt,
and did not wholly doubt, and loved."

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Thy Brother's Blood

© Jones Very

I have no Brother,—they who meet me now

Offer a hand with their own wills defiled,

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Sonnet LXVI: Tir'd with all these, for Restful Death

© William Shakespeare

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,


As, to behold desert a beggar born,

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The Banks Of Wye - Book III

© Robert Bloomfield

PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,

Untainted fly your summer gales;

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To The Same (John Dyer)

© William Wordsworth

ENOUGH of climbing toil!--Ambition treads
Here, as 'mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough,
Or slippery even to peril! and each step,
As we for most uncertain recompence

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Julian and Maddalo

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

 As thus I spoke
Servants announc'd the gondola, and we
Through the fast-falling rain and high-wrought sea
Sail'd to the island where the madhouse stands.

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Fragments

© William Butler Yeats

I
LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.

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The Song of the Banjo

© Rudyard Kipling

  With my ‘Pilly-willy-winky-winky-popp!’
  [Oh, it’s any tune that comes into my head!] 
  So I keep ’em moving forward till they drop;
  So I play ’em up to water and to bed.

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What Is Prayer?

© James Montgomery

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10

© Publius Vergilius Maro

THE GATES of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all  

The gods to council in the common hall.  

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Revenge of Injuries

© Elizabeth Carew

The fairest action of our human life
Is scorning to revenge an injury;
For who forgives without a further strife,
His adversary's heart to him doth tie.
And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said,
To win the heart, than overthrow the head.

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Constructive

© Heather McHugh

You take a rock, your hand is hard. 
You raise your eyes, and there's a pair 
of small beloveds, caught in pails.
The monocle and eyepatch correspond.

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Within and Without: Part IV: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald


SCENE I.-Summer. Julian's room. JULIAN is reading out of a book of
poems.

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Duty

© Peter McArthur

IF "Yea" and "Nay" were words enough for Him,

Who taught beyond the lessons of all teaching,

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Evangeline: Part The First. V.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day

Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.

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Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)

© Patrick Kavanagh

I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,

By one mans disobedience lost, now sing

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On The Downs

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

A faint sea without wind or sun;
A sky like flameless vapour dun;
  A valley like an unsealed grave
That no man cares to weep upon,
  Bare, without boon to crave,
 Or flower to save.

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Half an Hour

© Jean Valentine

Hurt, hurtful, snake-charmed,
struck white together half an hour we tear 
through the half-dark after

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The Character Of The Bore

© John Donne

  Well; I may now receive and die. My sin

  Indeed is great, but yet I have been in

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$2.50

© Kenneth Fearing

But that dashing, dauntless, delphic, diehard, diabolic cracker likes his fiction turned with a certain elegance and wit; and that anti-anti-anti-slum-congestion clublady prefers romance;
Search through the mothballs, comb the lavender and lace;
Were her desires and struggles futile or did an innate fineness bring him at last to a prouder, richer peace in a world gone somehow mad?