All Poems
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O Spirit of the Living God
© James Montgomery
O Spirit of the living God,
In all Thy plenitude of grace,
Whereer the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
Heaven has different Signsto me
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" has different Signsto me
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place
And when again, at Dawn,
Envoi
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Now don't go and say you'd a dim
Idea of these stories before,
For I've frankly confessed them from Grimm,
The monarch of magical lore:
Egoism.
© Robert Crawford
Not as mine their thoughts who pass:
Each has his life's looking-glass
Limning therein the light and shade
His own entity has made.
Ode to Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun
© William Cowper
Patron of all those luckless brains,
That, to the wrong side leaning,
Retrospection
© John Jay Chapman
WHEN we all lived together
In the farm among the hills,
And the early summer weather
Had flushed the little rills;
The Runner
© Walt Whitman
ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner;
He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;
He is thinly clothed-he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists, and arms partially rais'd.
Transformation: Sonnet
© Sri Aurobindo
I am no more a vassal of flesh,
A slave to Nature and her leaden rule;
I am caught no more in the senses narrow mesh.
My soul unhorizoned widens to measureless sight,
My body is Gods happy living tool,
My spirit a vast sun of deathless light.
Shadow Race
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
Thoughts on Predestination and Reprobation : Part I.
© John Byrom
Flatter me not with your Predestination,
Nor sink my spirits with your Reprobation.
From all your high disputes I stand aloof,
Your Pres and Res, your Destiny, and your Proof;
And formal Calvinistical pretence,
That contradicts all Gospel, and good sense.
The Stockman
© David Campbell
The sun was in the summer grass,
the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;
the stockman paused beneath their shade
and sat upon his heel,
and with the reins looped through his arm
he rolled tobacco in his palm.
Bird-Songs
© George MacDonald
I will sing a song,
Said the owl.
You sing a song, sing-song
Ugly fowl!
What will you sing about,
Night in and day out?
Seaweed, Tussock and Fern
© Henry Lawson
Emblems of storm and danger,
Spindrift and mountain stern,
Plants that welcome the stranger
Seaweed, tussock, and fern.
"Well he slumbers, greatly slain"
© William Watson
Well he slumbers, greatly slain,
Who in splendid battle dies;
Deep his sleep in midmost main
Pillowed upon pearl who lies.
Torso of an Archaic Apollo
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beasts fur:
Dream Song 10
© John Berryman
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come
that would be no vote. There would come a rope.
Yes. There would come a rope.
Men have their hats down. "Dancing in the Dark"
will see him up, car-radio-wise. So many, some
won't find a rut to park.
Early Death
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
The Garden of Prosperine
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever;
Let the Beasts Their Breath Resign
© Charles Wesley
Let the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
