Faith poems
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How Graces Are To Be Obtained
© John Bunyan
The next word that I would unto thee say,
Is how thou mayst attain without delay,
" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"
© William Wordsworth
As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest
While from the Papal Unity there came,
A Girls Day Dream And Its Fulfilment
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Ah! mother it once sufficed thy child
To cherish a bird or flowret wild;
To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,
Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;
Or oer the bright woodland stream to bow,
But these things may not suffice her now.
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.
Time's Defeat
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time has made conquest of so many things
That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth
That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
That broke all laws of reason unafraid,
And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties
Sonnet XI. The Printing-Press.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight
How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raised
The towering Djin whose form his soul amazed,
Yet who was pledged to serve him day and night.
War And PeaceA Poem
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
The Pines And The Sea
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
© George Gordon Byron
I now mean to be serious;--it is time,
Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.
Soldiers To Pacifists
© Katharine Lee Bates
NOT ours to clamor shame on you,
Nor fling a bitter blame on you,
The Knight of St. John
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills
The sun shall sink again,
Farewell to life and all its ills,
Farewell to cell and chain!
A Hyde Park Larrikin
© Henry Kendall
Most likely you have stuck to tracts
Flushed through with flaming curses -
I judge you, neighbour, by your acts -
So don't you damn my verses.
A Dream Of Summer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
To Henry Halloran
© Henry Kendall
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.
Connecticut
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;
A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style
© Thomas Parnell
In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days,
When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze,
Lord, Teach Us How to Pray Aright
© James Montgomery
Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
