Art poems
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The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
© Gelett Burgess
WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flightShakespere and Dante in a single Night! The Penny-a-liner is Abroad, and strikesOur Modern Literature with blithering Blight.
"I am Small and of no Reputation; Yet do I not Forget thy Commandments"
© Benson Arthur Christopher
How small a thing am I, of no repute, Whirled in the rush of these eternal tides; Spun daily round upon this orb that ridesAmong its peers, itself how most minute!
The Minstrel; or, The Progress of Genius
© James Beattie
THE FIRST BOOK (excerpts) The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Hath felt the influence of malignant star, And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war! Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote hath pin'd aloneThen dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!
And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all
To Mrs. P********, with some Drawings of Birds and Insects
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. (Pope)
To Mr. Barbauld, November 14, 1778
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Come, clear thy studious looks awhile, 'T is arrant treason now To wear that moping brow, When I, thy empress, bid thee smile.
The Rights of Women
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy native empire o'er the breast!
When Aurelia First I Courted
© Anonymous
When Aurelia first I courted,She had youth and beauty too,Killing pleasures when she sported,And her charms were ever new;Conquering time doth now deceive her,Which her glories did uphold,All her arts can ne'er retrieve her,Poor Aurelia's growing old
Waly, Waly
© Anonymous
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae!I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree,But first it bow'd and syne it brak',-- Sae my true love did lichtlie me
The Masque of B-ll--l
© Anonymous
First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.
A Jest of Robin Hood
© Anonymous
Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen, All that nowe be here;Of Litell Johnn, that was the knigh{.e}es man, Goode myrth ye shall here.
An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)
© Joseph Addison
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own
The Wants of Man
© Adams John Quincy
Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit
Love Elegy, to Henry
© Amelia Opie
Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid.
Metamorphoses Of The Moon
© Sylvia Plath
Cold moons withdraw, refusing to come to terms
with the pilot who dares all heaven's harms
to raid the zone where fate begins,
flings silver gauntlet of his plane at space,
demanding satisfaction; no duel takes place:
the mute air merely thins and thins.
Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis
© Robert Fuller Murray
Artemis! thou fairest
Of the maids that be
In divine Olympus,
Hail! Hail to thee!
