Religion poems

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An Evening Contemplation in a College

© Duncombe John

The Curfew tolls the hour of closing gates,With jarring sound the porter turns the key,Then in his dreary mansion slumb'ring waits,And slowly, sternly quits it -- tho' for me.

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To the Countess of Bedford [Madam, Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right...]

© John Donne

Madam,Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right, By these we reach divinity, that's you;Their loves, who have the blessing of your sight, Grew from their reason, mine from fair faith grew.

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A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors last going into Germany

© John Donne

In what torne ship soever I embarke,That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke;What sea soever swallow mee, that floodShall be to mee an embleme of thy blood;Though thou with clouds of anger do disguiseThy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes, Which, though they turne away sometimes, They never will despise

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Cooper's Hill (1655)

© Sir John Denham

Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon, we therefore may supposeThose made not poets, but the poets those

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Cooper's Hill (1642)

© Sir John Denham

Sure we have poets that did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon, and therefore I supposeThose made not poets, but the poets those

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The Task: from Book IV: The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge,That with its wearisome but needful lengthBestrides the wintry flood, in which the moonSees her unwrinkled face reflected bright,He comes, the herald of a noisy world,With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;News from all nations lumb'ring at his back

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Negation

© Clarke George Elliott

Le nègre negated, meagre, c'est moi:Denigrated, negative, a localCaliban, unlikable and disliked(Slick black bastard -

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Hudibras: Part I

© Samuel Butler

THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTO

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"The Undying One" - Canto III

© Caroline Norton

"I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!

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Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale II

© Helen Maria Williams

PIZARRO lands with the Forces-His meeting with ATALIBA -Its un-
happy consequences-ZORAI dies-ATALIBA imprisoned, and strangled
-Despair of ALZIRA .

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon


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  By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
  'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
  Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
  Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 8

© Joel Barlow

And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,

Veil'd the wide world–when sudden shades of night

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A Poem Dedicated To The Memory Of The Late Learned And Eminent Mr. William Law, Professor Of Philoso

© Robert Blair

In silence to suppress my griefs I've tried,
And kept within its banks the swelling tide!
But all in vain: unbidden numbers flow;
Spite of myself my sorrows vocal grow.

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The Child Of The Islands - Opening

© Caroline Norton

I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,

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The Convocation: A Poem

© Richard Savage


The Pagan prey on slaughter'd Wretches Fates,
The Romish fatten on the best Estates,
The British stain what Heav'n has right confest,
And Sectaries the Scriptures falsly wrest.

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A Redeemer

© Robinson Jeffers

  But when I am dead and all you with whole
hands think of nothing but happiness,
Will you go mad and kill each other? Or horror come over
the ocean on wings and cover your sun?
I wish," he said trembling, "I had never been born."

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHEN Turnus had assembled all his pow’rs,  

His standard planted on Laurentum’s tow’rs;  

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My Religion

© Edgar Albert Guest

My religion's lovin' God, who made us, one and all,
Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow's fall;
An' my religion's servin' Him the very best I can
By not despisin' anything He made, especially man!
It's lovin' sky an' earth an' sun an' birds an' flowers an' trees,
But lovin' human beings more than any one of these.

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From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song

© Oliver Goldsmith

Let school-masters puzzle their brain,

With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;