Knowledge poems
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A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell
© James Thomson
Thir.
Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause
That Corydon is not the man he was?
Your cheerful presence used to lighten cares,
Prince Dorus
© Charles Lamb
He thank'd the Fairy for her kind advice.-
Thought he, "If this be all, I'll not be nice;
Rather than in my courtship I will fail,
I will to mince-meat tread Minon's black tail."
The World In The Heart
© Jane Taylor
The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
© George Crabbe
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'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
The River Note
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The Distracted Puritan
© Richard Corbet
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
The Soul's Prayer
© Sarojini Naidu
In childhood's pride I said to Thee:
"O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
The Birth Of Spring
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Kathleen, my darling, I've dreamt such a dream,
'Tis as hopeful and bright as the summer's first beam:
Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song
A Poem On The Last Day - Book II
© Edward Young
Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.
The Soul.
© Robert Crawford
A soul came up to God, and said:
"Give me not human birth
Again oh! send me not to tread
The solitude of Earth;
Tale III
© George Crabbe
bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
When I Behold The Lark
© Bernard de Ventadorn
When I behold the lark upspring
To meet the bright sun joyfully,
To A Wind-Flower
© Madison Julius Cawein
Teach me the secret of thy loveliness,
That, being made wise, I may aspire to be
As beautiful in thought, and so express
Immortal truths to earth's mortality;
Though to my soul ability be less
Than 'tis to thee, O sweet anemone.
