Power poems
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The Secret of the Machinery
© Rudyard Kipling
We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and race and swim and fly and dive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write!
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
© Sir Philip Sidney
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
The Sleep of Sigismund
© Jean Ingelow
The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.
from The Nerve Meter
© Antonin Artaud
An actor is seen as if through crystals.
Inspiration in stages.
One musnt let in too much literature.
The Star-Spangled Banner
© Francis Scott Key
O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
The Will And The Wing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
To have the will to soar, but not the wings,
Eyes fixed forever on a starry height,
Whence stately shapes of grand imaginings
Flash down the splendors of imperial light;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON THE POWER OF HER BEAUTY
I am lighthearted now. An hour ago
There was a tempest in my heaven, a flame
Of sullen lightning under a bent brow
Mary Of Magdala
© Edith Nesbit
Mary of Magdala came to bed;
There were no soft curtains round her head;
She had no mother to hold of worth
The little baby she brought to birth.
Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, to Jesus Give Ear
© Charles Wesley
Ye thirsty for God, To Jesus give ear,
And take, through his blood, A power to draw near;
His kind invitation Ye sinners embrace,
Accepting salvation, Salvation by grace.
Calais, August 1802
© William Wordsworth
When truth, when sense, when liberty were flown,
What hardship had it been to wait an hour?
Shame on you, feeble Heads, to slavery prone!
The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THEY sat in silent watchfulness
The sacred cypress-tree about,
And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,
Their failing eyes looked out.
The Sensitive Plant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
PART 1.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light.
And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.
Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
© William Wordsworth
"WHO but hails the sight with pleasure
When the wings of genius rise,
Their ability to measure
With great enterprise;
The Lily of The Valley
© George MacDonald
There is not any weed but hath its shower,
There is not any pool but hath its star;
"They Shall Come Home"
© Roderic Quinn
ALTHOUGH they sleep in alien graves afar,
Where, restlessly, chill winds we know not roam,
When Peace has laid the cruel waves of war
They shall come home!
Marvellous Martin
© Charles Harpur
Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbear
To question thus his friend, What prig goes there?
The Brus Book III
© John Barbour
[The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men]
The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by
To Shakespeare (III)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Shelter and succour such as common men
Afford the weaker partners of their fate,
