Violence poems

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To The Memory Of Charles B. Storrs

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Thou hast fallen in thine armor,

Thou martyr of the Lord

On The Progress Of The Soul...

© John Donne

Forget this rotten world, and unto thee

Let thine own times as an old story be.

Twenty-One Love Poems VI

© Adrienne Rich

Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth

© Ovid

The End of the Sixth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

Hero And Leander. The Sixth Sestiad

© George Chapman

No longer could the Day nor Destinies

Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise

Sonnet LXXIX. To The Goddess Of Botany

© Charlotte Turner Smith

OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view
Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take
All peace from humble life; I would forsake
Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you

The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!

Aurora Leigh: Book Sixth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God! what face is that?
O Romney, O Marian!

Paradiso (English)

© Dante Alighieri

The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.

Satan Absolved

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.

Ulster 1912

© Rudyard Kipling

"Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." - Isaiah lix. 6.

Aforetime

© Thomas Sturge Moore

Thou findest parables;
With fond imagination
Adorning truth
For the successive
Unpersuaded
Generations.

The Four Seasons : Autumn

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost

Paradise Lost : Book IV.

© John Milton

O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw

The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,

© Kalidasa

ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.

The Comedian As The Letter C: 02 - Concerning The Thunderstorms Of Yucatan

In Yucatan, the Maya sonneteers

Of the Caribbean amphitheatre,

A Panegyric

While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;

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