Famous poems

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The Cost Of Praise

© Edgar Albert Guest

THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,

He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair;

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The Reward of Merit

© William Schwenck Gilbert

DR. BELVILLE was regarded as the CRICHTON of his age:

His tragedies were reckoned much too thoughtful for the stage;

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King Stephen

© John Keats

A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY

ACT I.

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Elegy I

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'

hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly

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The Battle Of Limerick

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Ye Genii of the nation,
 Who look with veneration.
And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore;
 Ye sons of General Jackson,
 Who thrample on the Saxon,
Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore,

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Orlando Furioso Canto 3

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT


Restored to sense, the beauteous Bradamant

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Aurora Leigh: Book Three

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"To-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself
And goest where thou wouldest: presently
Others shall gird thee," said the Lord, "to go
Where thou wouldst not." He spoke to Peter thus,
To signify the death which he should die
When crucified head downward.

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The Princes' Quest - Part the Third

© William Watson

"O Sleep, thou hollow sea, thou soundless sea,
Dull-breaking on the shores of haunted lands,
Lo, I am thine: do what thou wilt with me.

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Sordello: Book the Second

© Robert Browning


  What next? The curtains see
Dividing! She is there; and presently
He will be there-the proper You, at length-
In your own cherished dress of grace and strength:
Most like, the very Boniface!

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The Dead Tribune

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The awful shadow of a great man's death

Falls on this land, so sad and dark before-

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The Kings Prophecie

© Joseph Hall

What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?

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A Lucky Day

© Gustaf Munch-Petersen

today is a lucky day –

i have got a new tie from god.

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The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
  to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
  hate, of doing and daring!

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04

© Torquato Tasso

XXXI

Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,

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The Memorial

© Alexander Pushkin

Beyond compare the monument I have erected,
And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--
Its head defiant will out-soar that famous pillar
  The Emperor Alexander hath!

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On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas

© John Cleveland

I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize

 His artificial grief that scans his eyes;

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King's Land

© Hilaire Belloc

Stand thou forever among human Houses,
House of the Resurrection, House of Birth;
House of the rooted hearts and long carouses,
Stand, and be famous over all the Earth.

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Ode to the Great Unknown

© Thomas Hood

"O breathe not his name!"—Moore.

I
Thou Great Unknown!

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Moore

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

He sings the heroic tales of old
When Ireland yet was free,
Of many a fight and foray bold,
And raid beyond the sea.

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Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth

© George Gordon Byron

I now mean to be serious;--it is time,

  Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.