History poems

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A Tale. June 1793

© William Cowper

In Scotland's realm, where trees are few
Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;

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Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

© George Gordon Byron

Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!

These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,

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Evangeline: Part The Second. I.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,

When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,

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Parable Of The Madman

© Friedrich Nietzsche

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning

hours,

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At The Bomb Testing Site

© William Stafford

At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.

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Ironic: LL.D.

© William Stanley Braithwaite

There are no hollows any more
Between the mountains; the prairie floor
Is like a curtain with the drape
Of the winds' invisible shape;
And nowhere seen and nowhere heard
The sea's quiet as a sleeping bird.

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A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea

© George MacDonald

All sights and sounds of day and year,
All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,
Are thine, O God, nor will I fear
To talk to thee of them.

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Hunting Of The Snark: Preface

© Lewis Carroll

  If--and the thing is wildly possible--t he charge of writing
  nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but
  instructive poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line

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Tempe

© Richard Monckton Milnes

We are in Tempe, Peneus glides below,--
That is Olympus,--we are wondering
Where, in old history, Xerxes the great King,
Wondered. How strangely pleasant this to know!

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One Crucifixion is recorded—only

© Emily Dickinson

One Crucifixion is recorded—only—
How many be
Is not affirmed of Mathematics—
Or History—

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Men Of Verdun

© Robert Laurence Binyon

There are five men in the moonlight
That by their shadows stand;
Three hobble humped on crutches,
And two lack each a hand.

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Ode to a Man of Letters

© John Logan

Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!

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In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O the simple, child-like trust!
O the faith that could believe
What the harnessed, iron-mailed
Knights of Christendom had failed,
By their prowess, to achieve,
They, the children, could and must!

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Cain And Abel

© John Newton

When Adam fell he quickly lost
God's image, which he once possessed:
See All our nature since could boast
In Cain, his first-born Son, expressed!

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We Are Accused Of Terrorism

© Nizar Qabbani

We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
That is scattered in pieces and in decay
In decadence and disarray
About a homeland that is searching for a place
And about a nation that no longer has a face

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The Bridal of Pennacook

© John Greenleaf Whittier

No bridge arched thy waters save that where the trees
Stretched their long arms above thee and kissed in the breeze:
No sound save the lapse of the waves on thy shores,
The plunging of otters, the light dip of oars.

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Euterpe: A Cantanta

© Henry Kendall


No. 6 Choral Recitative
(Men’s voices only)

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History Teaches

© Edgar Albert Guest

CAESAR did a few things,

Horace wrote in style,

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A Psalm Of Councel

© Joseph Furphy

Though some good folks may take it ill,

As trifling with parsonic frill,