History poems

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Astrophel and Stella: 90

© Sir Philip Sidney

Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,Who seeke, who hope; who loue, who liue but thee;Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:If thou praise not, all other praise is shame

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true

© William Shakespeare

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband, so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new:Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place

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Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

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Inaugural Poem

© Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

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On Distinction

© Moritz Albert Frank

We won't pretend we're not hungry for distinctionbut what can ever distinguish us enough?This country, this language won't last long, the racewill die, later the cockroach, earth itself,

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Paradise Lost: Books XI-XII: Editorial Summary

© John Milton

In BOOKS XI and XII the Archangel Michael presents Adam with a prophetic survey of the fallen world and its history, in the form of a series of visions, giving place to narrative and explanation, which reveals to him the full meaning of the promised redemption by Christ, the Last Judgment, and the creation of a new Heaven and Earth

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Sunset at Brattaggia

© Meyer Bruce

Somewhere south of Naples on the coast, cut into the suede hillside where it clings

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The Prisoner's Road

© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander

There is a road where silence stalks,Where man, since his first dawn arose,Out as upon an ocean walksInto the desert, where who goesAs one of a long captive train,May share the thoughts of them that weptBy Babylonian waters, and againBow down in sorrow where they slept

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Labor’s Greeting

© Joussaye Marie

To His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cornwall and York.Canada, 1901

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The Rising Village

© Oliver Goldsmith

Thou dear companion of my early years,Partner of all my boyish hopes and fears,To whom I oft addressed the youthful strain,And sought no other praise than thine to gain;Who oft hast bid me emulate his fameWhose genius formed the glory of our name;Say, when thou canst, in manhood's ripened age,With judgment scan the more aspiring page,Wilt thou accept this tribute of my lay,By far too small thy fondness to repay?Say, dearest Brother, wilt thou now excuseThis bolder flight of my adventurous muse? If, then, adown your cheek a tear should flowFor Auburn's Village, and its speechless woe;If, while you weep, you think the

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More Females of the Species

© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins

When the traveller in the pasture meets the he-bull in his pride,He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside;But the milch cow, thus accosted, pins the traveller to the rail

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VillainElle

© Crosbie Lynn

for Aileen Wuornos

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Submission

© Crosbie Lynn

for Mark and Debra: Malleus Maleficarum

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Reading Titus Andronicus In Three Mile Plains, N.S.

© Clarke George Elliott

Rue: When Witnesses sat before Bibles open like platesAnd spat sour sermons of interposition and nullification,While burr-orchards vomited bushels of thorns, and leavesRattled like uprooted skull-teeth across rough highways,And stars ejected brutal, serrated, heart-shredding light,And dark brothers lied down, quare, in government graves,Their white skulls jabbering amid farmer's dead flowers -