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Lepanto
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade. . .
Alaric In Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast?
The march of hosts as Alaric passed?
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XLIX
"Three times the shape of my dear mother came,
Marriage
© Mathilde Blind
The Many try, but oh! how few are they
To whom that finest of the arts is given
Which shall teach Love, the rosy runaway,
To bide from bridal Morn to brooding Even.
Yet this--this only--is the narrow way
By which, while yet on earth, we enter heaven.
The Rosciad
© Charles Churchill
Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.
My Father Holds the Door for Yoko Ono by Christopher Chambers: American Life in Poetry #88 Ted Koose
© Ted Kooser
This wistful poem shows how the familiar and the odd, the real and imaginary, exist side by side. A Midwestern father transforms himself from a staid businessman into a rock-n-roll star, reclaiming a piece of his imaginary youth. In the end, it shows how fragile moments might be recovered to offer a glimpse into our inner lives.
Preface to God's Determinations Touching His Elect
© Edward Taylor
Infinity, when all things it beheld
In Nothing, and of Nothing all did build,
Lazy Man's Song
© Bai Juyi
I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;
I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.
A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife
© Thomas Parnell
He. When first my Biddy love profest
My rapture ran so high
The Jazzy Bard
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Labor is a thing I do not like;
Workin's makes me want to go on strike;
Sittin' in an office on a sunny afternoon,
Thinkin o' nothin' but a ragtime tune.
Langemarck At Ypres
© William Wilfred Campbell
This is the ballad of Langemarck,
A story of glory and might;
Of the vast Hun horde, and Canadas part
In the great grim fight.
Wholl Wear the Beaten Colours?
© Henry Lawson
WHOLL WEAR the beaten coloursand cheer the beaten men?
Wholl wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?
Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,
Wholl wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?
An Alpine Picture
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath
Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down!
The Hill Men
© William Henry Ogilvie
Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.
The Monitions of the Unseen
© Jean Ingelow
Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.
Lucretius
© Alfred Tennyson
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,
Studies By The Sea
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,
That this stupendous ocean wide,
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
