War poems
/ page 440 of 504 /
Providence
© George Herbert
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end
Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,
And not of thee, through whom my fingers bend
To hold my quill? shall they not do thee right?
Love (I)
© George Herbert
Immortal love, authour of this great frame,
Sprung from that beautie which can never fade;
How hath man parceld out thy glorious name,
And thrown it on that dust which thou hast made,
Denial
© George Herbert
When my devotions could not pierce
Thy silent ears;
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse:
My breast was full of fears
And disorder:
Sin's Round
© George Herbert
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am,
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busy flame,
Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring:
And when they once have perfected their draughts,
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts.
Voices in the Night
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
I am the Raven
con of the world
spirit of blood and mire;
signal to the death,
the awakening before the coming.
The Warning
© Robert Creeley
For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
Song
© Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
An Imitation of Spenser
© William Blake
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Gwin King of Norway
© William Blake
`The land is desolate; our wives
And children cry for bread;
Arise, and pull the tyrant down!
Let Gwin be humbl?d!'
The Book of Thel
© William Blake
1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
4 Or Love in a golden bowl?
The Song of Los
© William Blake
I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:
He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.
In heart-formed Africa.
Urizen faded! Ariston shudderd!
And thus the Song began
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
© William Blake
Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep
Night
© William Blake
The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,
The Clod & The Pebble
© William Blake
Love seeketh not Itself to please.
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease.
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
The Little Vagabond
© William Blake
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm:
Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,
Such usage in heaven will never do well.
The Land Of Dreams
© William Blake
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
The Chimney Sweeper (Innocence)
© William Blake
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
© Delmore Schwartz
I looked toward the movie, the common dream,
The he and she in close-ups, nearer than life,
And I accepted such things as they seem,
War Girls
© Jessie Pope
'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train,
And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor,
