Future poems
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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Venus Victrix
Fatal in force, yet gentle in will,
Defeats, from her, are tender pacts,
For, like the kindly lodestone, still
She's drawn herself by what she attracts.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
© Robert Bloomfield
'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'
Past And Future
© John Kenyon
Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
Not one there was but knew the nameand sighed
Whenaskingit was answered them "Regret."
The Future of the Classics
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
No longer, 0 scholars, shall Plautus
Be taught us.
No more shall professors be partial
To Martial.
The Man With The Hoe:Written after Seeing the Painting by Millet
© Edwin Markham
God made man in His own image, in the image of God made He him.GENESIS
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans
This Hymn Was Made By Sir H. Wotton, When He Was An Ambassador At Venice, In The Time of A Great Sic
© Sir Henry Wotton
Eternal Mover, whose diffused Glory,
To shew our groveling Reason what thou art,
Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natures story,
Where Man, thy proudest Creature, acts his part:
Whom yet (alas) I know not why, we call
The Worlds contracted sum, the little all.
The Mussulman's Dream Of The Vizier And Dervis
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto II.
© Matthew Prior
Richard, quoth Matt, these words of thine
Speak something sly and something fine;
But I shall e'en resume my theme,
However thou may'st praise or blame.
Mussulman's Dream
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
The Dream by the Fountain
© Charles Harpur
Bright was her brow, not the mornings brow brighter,
But her eyes were two midnights of passionate thought;
Light was her motion, the breezes not lighter,
And her looks were like sunshine and shadow in-wrought.
Ajanta
© Muriel Rukeyser
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave
nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.
The Art Of War. Book II.
© Henry James Pye
The season form'd to fan more pleasing fires,
Parent of blooming hopes and young desires,
When smiling Graces every flower combine,
The blooming wreaths of Love and Peace to twine,
Tempts only now to scenes of blood and death
The daring Warrior urg'd by Glory's breath.
Sonnet XLII: My Future
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My future will not copy fair my past -
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
The Parish Register - Part III: Burials
© George Crabbe
drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
His words were truth's:- Some forty summers
An Athenian Reverie
© Archibald Lampman
How the returning days, one after one,
Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,
A Prophecy
© Walter Savage Landor
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
This man loved me! then rise and trip away.
