History poems

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Australia

© John Farrell

O Radiant Land! o'er whom the Sun's first dawning

Fell brightest when God said " Let there be Light;"'

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On The Death Of President Garfield

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!

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Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth

© George Gordon Byron

If from great nature's or our own abyss

  Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,

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A Shadow

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I said unto myself, if I were dead,

  What would befall these children?  What would be

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Love's History

© George MacDonald

Love, the baby,
Crept abroad to pluck a flower:
One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;
One said, Wait the hour.

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The Bechuana Boy

© Thomas Pringle

 I sat at noontide in my tent,

  And looked across the Desert dun,

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Captain William Bligh

© Rex Ingamells

Look for an iron soul to bear the piled

anathema of time, to take, without

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The Ages

© William Cullen Bryant

I.

  When to the common rest that crowns our days,

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Niggers Leap, New England

© Judith Wright

Did we not know their blood channelled our rivers,
and the black dust our crops ate was their dust?
O all men are one man at last. We should have known
the night that tidied up the cliffs and hid them
had the same question on its tongue for us.
And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange.

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History

© William Watson

Here, peradventure, in this mirror glassed,

Who gazes long and well at times beholds

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The Banks Of Wye - Book II

© Robert Bloomfield

Return, my Llewellyn, the glory
That heroes may gain o'er the sea,
  Though nations may feel
  Their invincible steel,
By falsehood is tarnish'd in story;
Why tarry, Llewellyn, from me?

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The Fairy Pendant

© William Butler Yeats

All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
You are wasting away, little fairy.

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The Fourth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Psaumis of Camarina, on his Victory in the Chariot Race. ARGUMENT. The Poet, after an invocation to Jupiter, extols Psaumis for his Victory in the Chariot Race, and for his desire to honor his country. From thence he takes occasion to praise him for his skill in managing horses, his hospitality, and his love of peace; and, mentioning the history of Erginus, excuses the early whiteness of his hair.

STROPHE.

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The Island: Canto II.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,

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Rokeby: Canto VI.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The summer sun, whose early power

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Friendship

© William Cowper

What virtue, or what mental grace
But men unqualified and base
Will boast it their possession?
Profusion apes the noble part
Of liberality of heart,
And dulness of discretion.

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Life Is A Dream - Act III

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

FIRST SOLDIER [within].  He is here within this tower.
Dash the door from off its hinges;
Enter all

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As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free

© Walt Whitman

. As a strong bird on pinions free,
  Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
  Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
  Such be the recitative I'd bring to-day for thee.

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The Broomstick Train; Or, The Return Of The Witches

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I don't feel sure of his being good,
But he happened to be in a pleasant mood,--
As fiends with their skins full sometimes are,--
(He'd been drinking with "roughs" at a Boston bar.)
So what does he do but up and shout
To a graybeard turnkey, "Let 'em out!"

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George Mullen's Confession

© James Whitcomb Riley

For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the
time
Of the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'm
A weak and sinful creature, as regards my daily walk
The last five years and better.  It ain't worth while to talk--