God poems

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On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

© John Milton

This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace

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The River

© John Masefield

All other waters have their time of peace.Calm, or the turn of tide or summer drought;But on these bars the tumults never cease,In violent death this river passes out.

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Breath

© Marquis Donald Robert Perry

We are the shaken slaves of Breath:For logic leaves the race unstirred;But cadence, and the vibrant word,Are lords of life, are lords of death.

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Villanelle of Mutton

© MacInnes Tom

Very sick and tired am I Of stewed prunes, and apples dried,And this our mutton that once was lamb!

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Horatius

© Macaulay Thomas Babington

A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX.

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Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere

© Thomas Lodge

Like to the clear in highest sphereWhere all imperial glory shines,Of selfsame colour is her hair,Whether unfolded or in twines: Heigh ho, fair Rosalind

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To Lallie

© Amy Levy

UP those Museum steps you came,And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie !

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Red Geranium and Godly Mignonette

© David Herbert Lawrence

Imagine that any mind ever thought a red geranium!As if the redness of a red geranium could be anything but a sensual experienceand as if sensual experience could take place before there were any senses

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Salve Deus Rex Iudæorum

© Lanyer Æmilia

Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the CauseOf faultlesse Jesus, who before him stands;Who neither hath offended Prince, nor Lawes,Although he now be brought in woefull bands:O noble Governour, make thou yet a pause,Doe not in innocent blood imbrue thy hands; But heare the words of thy most worthy wife, Who sends to thee, to beg her Sauiours life

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Zimbabwe

© Andrew Lang

INTO the darkness whence they came, They passed -- their country knoweth none,They and their gods without a name Partake the same oblivion

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April

© Andrew Lang

April, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days,April, bringing hope of prime,To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheathAre guarded in their tender time;

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Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy

© Walter Savage Landor

The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve,Some froward, some sedater, some adorn'dFor festival, some reckless of attire

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The Obstructionist

© Knox Edmund George Valpy

She was not built upon a beauteous plan; I did not like her face or features much,The lady who was talking to the man Behind the little hutch.

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Flint and Feather

© Emily Pauline Johnson

Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.

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The King's Quire

© James I of Scotland

Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeired of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye, To se the warld and folk that went forby;As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fudeMyght have no more, to luke it did me gude

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Silence

© Hyde Robin

I am tired of all voices