Science poems

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State's Attorney Fallas

© Edgar Lee Masters

I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,

Smiter with whips and swords;

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M. Degas Teaches Art and Science At Durfee Intermediate School--Detroit, 1942

© Philip Levine

He made a line on the blackboard,

one bold stroke from right to left

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Communism and Imperialism

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The soul of both of them is impatient and restless,


Both of them know not God, and deceive mankind.

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Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

© Alfred Tennyson

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]

© Alfred Tennyson

[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;

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Certain Books of Virgil's {AE}neis: Book II

© Henry Howard

BOOK IIWhen Prince Æneas from the royal seatThus gan to speak: O Queen, it is thy willI should renew a woe cannot be told,How that the Greeks did spoil and overthrowThe Phrygian wealth and wailful realm of Troy;Those ruthful things that I myself beheld,And whereof no small part fell to my share;Which to express, who could refrain from tears?What Myrmidon? or yet what Dolopes?What stern Ulysses' waged soldier?And lo! moist night now from the welkin falls,And stars declining counsel us to rest

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Last Rites

© Scott Francis Reginald

Within his tent of pain and oxygenThis man is dying; grave, he mutters prayers,Stares at the bedside altar through the screens,Lies still for invocation and for hands

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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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Ode for the New Year

© Odell Jonathan

When rival Nations first descried,Emerging from the boundless MainThis Land by Tyrants yet untried,On high was sung this lofty strain:Rise Britannia beaming far!Rise bright Freedom's morning star!

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The Vanity of Human Wishes

© Samuel Johnson

Let observation with extensive view,

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London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal

© Samuel Johnson

Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

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The Flâneur

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?

When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize

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Going to Dover

© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train

"Leg over leg As the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile, Jump he went over."

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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