Equality poems

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472. To the beautiful Miss Eliza J——n, on her principles of Liberty and Eqality

© Robert Burns

HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d?
Equality too! hussey, art not asham’d?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.

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Apostroph.

© Walt Whitman

O MATER! O fils!
O brood continental!
O flowers of the prairies!
O space boundless! O hum of mighty products!

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Respondez!

© Walt Whitman

RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completed—the price is paid—the title is settled beyond recall;)
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!
Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking?

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States!

© Walt Whitman

STATES!
Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?
By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms?

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Great are the Myths.

© Walt Whitman

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GREAT are the myths—I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve—I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages, inventors, rulers,

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Poem of Remembrance for a Girl or a Boy.

© Walt Whitman

YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!
Remember the organic compact of These States,
Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thenceforward to the rights, life, liberty,
equality of

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As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores.

© Walt Whitman

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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no
more,

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So Long.

© Walt Whitman

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TO conclude—I announce what comes after me;
I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart.

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On Home Beaches

© Les Murray

Back, in my fifties, fatter that I was then,
I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk
a wincing pit edge, waiting for the pistol shot
laughter. Long greening waves cash themselves, foam change

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The Columbiad: Book VIII

© Joel Barlow

On fame's high pinnacle their names shall shine,
Unending ages greet the group divine,
Whose holy hands our banners first unfurl'd,
And conquer'd freedom for the grateful world.

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Over The Carnage

© Walt Whitman

OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,
Be not dishearten'd-Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom
  yet;
Those who love each other shall become invincible-they shall yet
  make Columbia victorious.

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Blood And The Moon

© William Butler Yeats

BLESSED be this place,

More blessed still this tower;

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HMS Pinafore: Act I

© William Schwenck Gilbert


SCENE - Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore.  Sailors, led by
  Boatswain, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc.

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The Cathedral

© James Russell Lowell

Far through the memory shines a happy day,

Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense,

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The Realm Of Rest

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

In the realm that Nature boundeth
Are there balmy shores of peace,
Where no passion-torrent soundeth,
And no storm-wind seeks release?

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The Columbiad: Book V

© Joel Barlow

Sage Franklin next arose with cheerful mien,
And smiled unruffled o'er the solemn scene;
His locks of age a various wreath embraced,
Palm of all arts that e'er a mortal graced;
Beneath him lay the sceptre kings had borne,
And the tame thunder from the tempest torn.

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Nightmare At Noon

© Stephen Vincent Benet

But do not call it loud. There is plenty of time.
There is plenty of time, while the bombs on London fall
And turn the world to wind and water and fire.
There is time to sleep while the fire-bombs fall on London,
They are stubborn people in London.

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On Returning To England

© Alfred Austin

There! once again I stand on home,

Though round me still there swirls the foam,

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Fences by Pat Mora: American Life in Poetry #192 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Class, status, privilege; despite all our talk about equality, they're with us wherever we go. In this poem, Pat Mora, who grew up in a Spanish speaking home in El Paso, Texas, contrasts the lives of rich tourists with the less fortunate people who serve them. The titles of poems are often among the most important elements, and this one is loaded with implication. Fences

Mouths full of laughter,
the turistas come to the tall hotel
with suitcases full of dollars.

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Ode

© Philip Morin Freneau

GOD save the Rights of Man!
Give us a heart to scan
Blessings so dear:
Let them be spread around