Attitude poems

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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V

© Richard Savage


My hermit thus. She beckons us away:
Oh, let us swift the high behest obey!

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The Task : Complete

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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The Squire’s Pew

© Jane Taylor

A SLANTING ray of evening light
  Shoots through the yellow pane ;
It makes the faded crimson bright,
  And gilds the fringe again :
The window's gothic frame-work falls
In oblique shadow on the walls.

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How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

In days of old the King of Saxe

  Had singular opinions,

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The Little Left Hand - Act III

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis.  The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--

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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body’s Senses

© Paul Eluard

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse
Far off the sea that your eye bathes
These images of day after day

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An Informal Prayer -- The Prayer Of Cyrus Brown

© Sam Walter Foss

“The proper way for a man to pray”
said Deacon Lemuel Keyes,
“and the only proper attitude
is down upon his knees.”

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Red Lips Are Not So Red

© Wilfred Owen

Red lips are not so red
  As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
  When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

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How The Fatuous Wish Of A Peasant Came True

© Guy Wetmore Carryl


  This Moral by the tale is taught:--
  The wish is father to the thought.
  (We'd oftentimes escape the worst
  If but the thinking part came first!)

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Purgatorio (English)

© Dante Alighieri


To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
  The little vessel of my genius now,
  That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;

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Ballade Of A Hardy Annual

© Franklin Pierce Adams


Brothers in motley, the season is here;
  Small is the boon that we sadly invoke:
Butcher it, murder it, jump on its ear!--
  Down with the grandmother-funeral joke!

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The Sense Of Beauty

© Caroline Norton

Lo! at his pencil's touch steals faintly forth
(Like an uprising star in the cold north)
Some face which soon shall glow with beauty's fire:
Dim seems the sketch to those who stand around,
Dim and uncertain as an echoed sound,
But oh! how bright to him, whose hand thou dost inspire!

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The Logical Vegetarian

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

 You will find me drinking rum,
 Like a sailor in a slum,
You will find me drinking beer like a Bavarian
 You will find me drinking gin
 In the lowest kind of inn
Because I am a rigid Vegetarian.

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Fragments

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Or rather to behold her when
She plies for me the unresting pen,
And when the loud assault of squalls
Resounds upon the roof and walls,
And the low thunder growls and I
Raise my dictating voice on high.

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The Last Bison

© Charles Mair

A gentle vale, with rippling aspens clad,
Yet open to the breeze, invited rest.
So there I lay, and watched the sun's fierce beams
Reverberate in wreathed ethereal flame;
Or gazed upon the leaves which buzzed o'erhead,
Like tiny wings in simulated flight.

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Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The 50th Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
~OVID, Fastorum, Lib. vi.

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The Two Angels. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Two angels, one of Life and one of Death,
  Passed o'er our village as the morning broke;
The dawn was on their faces, and beneath,
  The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of smoke.

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The Origin Of Didactic Poetry

© James Russell Lowell

When wise Minerva still was young

  And just the least romantic,

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The Conselor

© George MacDonald

On An Engraving of Scheffer's Christus Consolator


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The Roman: A Dramatic Poem

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.