Great poems
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Tender Mercies, on my Way
© Waring Anna Letitia
Tender mercies, on my way Falling softly like the dew,Sent me freshly every day, I will bless the Lord for you.
FINIS. To the Superior Animal
© Waring Anna Letitia
To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's A fact the years decide;It is a common thing with cats And not a thing to hide.
Upon His Majesty’s Repairing of Paul’s
© Edmund Waller
Scarce suffer'd more upon Melita's shore,Than did his Temple in the sea of Time(Our Nation's Glory, and our Nation's Crime)When the first Monarch of this happy Isle,Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile,This work of cost and piety begunTo be accomplish'd by his glorious Son:Who all that came within the ample thoughtOf his wise Sire, has to perfection brought
Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd.
© Mark Twain
And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die?And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry?
Sonnets. I
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
The starry flower, the flower-like stars that fadeAnd brighten with the daylight and the dark, --The bluet in the green I faintly mark,And glimmering crags with laurel overlaid,Even to the Lord of light, the Lamp of shade,Shine one to me, -- the least, still glorious madeAs crownèd moon, or heaven's great hierarch
A Poem, Addressed to the Lord Privy Seal, on the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To The Lord Privy SealContending kings, and fields of death, too long,Have been the subject of the British song
Ballade Made for his Mother that She mighte Praye toe our Ladye
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
Ladye of heaven that o'er earth hath swaye And of Hell's marshes art most Royal Reeve,Grant toe thy humble Christian that doth praye
The Castle of Indolence: Canto I
© James Thomson
The Castle hight of Indolence,And its false luxury;Where for a little time, alas!We liv'd right jollily.
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After
© Alfred Tennyson
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 131
© Alfred Tennyson
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]
© Alfred Tennyson
[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;
Battle of Brunanburh
© Alfred Tennyson
Constantinus, King of the Scots, after having sworn allegiance to Athelstan, allied himself with the Danes of Ireland under Anlaf, and invading England, was defeated by Athelstan and his brother Edmund with great slaughter at Brunanburh in the year 937
Antony and Cleopatra
© Taylor Edward Robeson
On Egypt sleeping under sky of brassThe twain gazed wistfully from terrace high,And watched the Flood, through Delta rolling nigh,Toward Sais or Bubastis slowly pass.
Whilst Shepherds Watch'd
© Nahum Tate
Whilst Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground,The Angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around.
The Gardener 38
© Rabindranath Tagore
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind
