Freedom poems

 / page 106 of 111 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Saul

© Robert Browning

``Yet now my heart leaps, O beloved! God's child with his dew
``On thy gracious gold hair, and those lilies still living and blue
``Just broken to twine round thy harp-strings, as if no wild beat
``Were now raging to torture the desert!''

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Why I Am a Liberal

© Robert Browning

But little do or can the best of us:
That little is achieved through Liberty.
Who, then, dares hold, emancipated thus,
His fellow shall continue bound? Not I,
Who live, love, labour freely, nor discuss
A brother's right to freedom. That is "Why."

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Italian In England

© Robert Browning

That second time they hunted me
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds through the countryside,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Impossible To Tell

© Robert Pinsky


Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

VERSES Occasioned by a Young Lady's asking the Author, What was a Cure for Love?

© Thomas Godfrey


In vain the sages turn their volumes o'er,
And on the musty page incessant pore,
Still mighty Love triumphant rules the heart,
Baffles their labour, and eludes their art.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Walk

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit!
Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on!
Thee, too, I hail, thou smiling plain, and ye murmuring lindens,
Ay, and the chorus so glad, cradled on yonder high boughs;

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Lay Of The Bell

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Fast, in its prison-walls of earth,
Awaits the mould of baked clay.
Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth
The bell that shall be born to-day!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Invincible Armada

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

She comes, she comes--the burden of the deeps!
Beneath her wails the universal sea!
With clanking chains and a new god, she sweeps,
And with a thousand thunders, unto thee!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Eleusinian Festival

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear!
With it, the Cyane [31] blue intertwine
Rapture must render each glance bright and clear,
For the great queen is approaching her shrine,--

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Artists

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
Upon the waning century standest thou,
In proud and noble manhood's prime,
With unlocked senses, with a spirit freed,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

German Faith

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Once for the sceptre of Germany, fought with Bavarian Louis
Frederick, of Hapsburg descent, both being called to the throne.
But the envious fortune of war delivered the Austrian
Into the hands of the foe, who overcame him in fight.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Isabella or The Pot of Basil

© John Keats

I.
Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!
They could not in the self-same mansion dwell

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Endymion: Book II

© John Keats

He heard but the last words, nor could contend
One moment in reflection: for he fled
Into the fearful deep, to hide his head
From the clear moon, the trees, and coming madness.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Endymion: Book III

© John Keats

"Young man of Latmos! thus particular
Am I, that thou may'st plainly see how far
This fierce temptation went: and thou may'st not
Exclaim, How then, was Scylla quite forgot?

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Endymion: Book I

© John Keats

This said, he rose, faint-smiling like a star
Through autumn mists, and took Peona's hand:
They stept into the boat, and launch'd from land.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

To Hope

© John Keats

When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

When the Fishing Boats Go Out

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more,
And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore,
And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float.
There's joyance and there's freedom when the fishing boats go out.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Prisoner

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

I lash and writhe against my prison bars,
And watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd . .
Give me my freedom and the burning stars,
The hollow sky, and crags of moonlit cloud!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

At the Long Sault

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

A prisoner under the stars I lie,
With no friend near;
To-morrow they lead me forth to die,
The stake is ready, the torments set,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew

© Robert Herrick

Here we securely live, and eat
The cream of meat;
And keep eternal fires,
By which we sit, and do divine,
As wine
And rage inspires.