Power poems
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Aspiration
© Peter McArthur
HOW should I be the master of my ways
When every nerve is vibrant to the sweep
A Dream Of Summer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
I think there never was a dearer woman,
A better, kinder, truer than you were,
A gentler spirit more divinely human
Ode to Health, 1730
© William Shenstone
O Health! capricious maid!
Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?
Birthday Of Daniel Webster
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN life hath run its largest round
Of toil and triumph, joy and woe,
How brief a storied page is found
To compass all its outward show!
Sonnet XLV. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Connecticut
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;
Fatherland
© Sir Henry Parkes
The brave old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
Love is Blind
© John Le Gay Brereton
And can you tell me Love is blind
Because your faults he will not find,
Lord, Teach Us How to Pray Aright
© James Montgomery
Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
The Foolish Traveller; Or, A Good Inn Is A Bad Home
© Hannah More
There was a Prince of high degree,
As great and good as Prince could be;
Much power and wealth were in his hand,
With Lands and Lordships at command.
Dumbness
© Thomas Traherne
Sure Man was born to meditate on things,
And to contemplate the eternal springs
War
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled
Death, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.
See! on yon heath what countless victims lie,
Hark! what loud shrieks ascend through yonder sky;
Intima (Intimate)
© Delmira Agustini
Yo te diré los sueños de mi vida
En lo más hondo de la noche azul…
Mi alma desnuda temblará en tus manos,
Sobre tus hombros pesará mi cruz.
Haunted
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How restless are the dead whose silent feet will stray
In to our lone retreat or solitary way;
Song III
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE FRENCH.
I.
"AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,
"Say where the abode of Love is found?"
Consalvo
© Giacomo Leopardi
Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 05 - Origins Of Vegetable And Animal Life
© Lucretius
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolved
By what arrangements all things come to pass
