Art poems

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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

‘Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

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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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Mother Carey (As told Me by the Bo'sun)

© John Masefield


Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches

'N' all them sort o' rips;

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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II

© Samuel Butler

Next him his Son and Heir Apparent
Succeeded, though a lame vicegerent;
Who first laid by the Parliament,
The only crutch on which he leant;
And then sunk underneath the State,
That rode him above horseman's weight.

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En Paz

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Muy cerca de mi ocaso, yo te bendigo, Vida,
porque nunca me diste ni esperanza fallida,
ni trabajos injustos, ni pena inmerecida;

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 02 - Atomic Motions

© Lucretius

Now come: I will untangle for thy steps

Now by what motions the begetting bodies

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The Artemus Of Michigan

© James Whitcomb Riley

Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too,

  Of as many rare attractions as our party ever knew:--

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Dedication: To W. R. B.

© Stephen Vincent Benet

And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.

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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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Lines To The Memory Of Pitt

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Oh Britain! dear Isle, when the annals of story
Shall tell of the deeds that thy children have done,
When the strains of each poet shall sing of their glory,
And the triumphs their skill and their valour have won.

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The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth

© William Watson

Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent

When down the lonely mountain-side he went,

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Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem

© James Russell Lowell

I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,

And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;

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La Araucana - Canto II

© Alonso de Ercilla y Zuniga

Pónese la discordia que entre los caciques de Arauco hubo sobre la eleción de capitán general, y el medio que se tomó por el consejo del cacique colocolo, con la entrada que por engaño los bárbaros hicieron en la casa fuerte de Tucapel y la batalla que con los españoles tuvieron

Muchos hay en el mundo que han llegado

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Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Causa la vista el artificio humano, etc.

The works of human artifice soon tire

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Joy In Martyrdom

© William Cowper

Sweet tenants of this grove!

Who sing without design,

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To James Norton Esq.

© Charles Harpur

Think you I have not skill to gather gold,

 If I could love it as some others do?

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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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The Marriage of Sir Gawaine

© Thomas Percy

King Arthur lives in merry Carleile,
And seemely is to see;
And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride soe bright of blee.

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Sir Hornbook

© Thomas Love Peacock

O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
 With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
 Before Sir Hornbook's gate.