God poems

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Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace

© James Clerk Maxwell

All the snows have fled, and grass springs up on the meadows,

And there are leaves on the trees;

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Bayonet Song

© Sydney Thompson Dobell


For till you show me the Sacred Word
I'm for Peter and his good sword,
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here
He'd not have missed the head for the ear.

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Paradise Lost : Book VI.

© John Milton


All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,

Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,

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The Purple Cow Parodies

© Carolyn Wells

I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.

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Yeshwant Rao

© Arun Kolatkar

Are you looking for a god?
I know a good one.
His name is Yeshwant Rao
and he's one of the best.
look him up
when you are in Jejuri next.

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The Loves of the Angels

© Thomas Moore

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

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Columbus

© James Russell Lowell

  One poor day!--
Remember whose and not how short it is!
It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
Is more than time enough to find a world.

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At Sea

© Ada Cambridge


 Not only in the sylvan bower,
 On dreaming hill, by sleeping mere,

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Ps 67

© Thomas Parnell

Have mercy mercy Lord on us

& grant thy blessed grace

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

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The Penal Days

© Thomas Osborne Davis

AIR--_The Wheelwright_.


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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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Ode to Rae Wilson Esq.

© Thomas Hood

Mere verbiage,—it is not worth a carrot!
Why, Socrates—or Plato—where's the odds?—
Once taught a jay to supplicate the Gods,
And made a Polly-theist of a Parrot!

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Washington!

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Feb. 22, 1732
BRIGHT natal morn! what face appears
Beyond the rolling mist of years?
A face whose loftiest traits, combine

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The Daemon Of The World

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Nec tantum prodere vati,
Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam
Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.

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The Devil Of Pope-Fig Island

© Jean de La Fontaine

ON t'other hand an island may be seen,
Where all are hated, cursed, and full of spleen.
We know them by the thinness of their face
Long sleep is quite excluded from their race.

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Ode to Fancy

© Joseph Warton

O parent of each lovely Muse,

Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse,

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The Secret of the Machinery

© Rudyard Kipling

 We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
 We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
 We can run and race and swim and fly and dive,
 We can see and hear and count and read and write!

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Boadicea. An Ode

© William Cowper

When the British warrior queen, 

  Bleeding from the Roman rods, 

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Show The Flag

© Edgar Albert Guest

Show the flag and let it wave
As a symbol of the brave
Let it float upon the breeze
As a sign for each who sees
That beneath it, where it rides,
Loyalty to-day abides.