Society poems

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The Society Upon The Stanislaus

© Francis Bret Harte

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

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More Sonnets At Christmas II

© Allen Tate

Then hang this picture for a calendar,
As sheep for goat, and pray most fixedly
For the cold martial progress of your star,
With thoughts of commerce and society,
Well-milked Chinese, Negroes who cannot sing,
The Huns gelded and feeding in a ring.

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Don Juan: Canto The Twelfth

© George Gordon Byron

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that

Which is most barbarous is the middle age

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The Task : Complete

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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Gipsies

© William Wordsworth

YET are they here the same unbroken knot
Of human Beings, in the self-same spot!
  Men, women, children, yea the frame
  Of the whole spectacle the same!

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The Cat

© Harry Graham

My children, never, never steal!
  To know their offspring is a thief
Will often make a father feel
  Annoyed and cause a mother grief;
So never steal, but, when you do,
  Be sure there's no one watching you.

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Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."

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Book Eleventh: France [concluded]

© William Wordsworth

  But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.

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Queen Mab: Part IV.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,

  Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,

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Aeneid

© Virgil

THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.

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Lines Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society

© George Gordon Byron

The fire in the cavern of Etna conceal'd
  Still mantles unseen in its secret recess;
At length, in a volume terrific reveal'd,
  No torrent can quench it, no bounds can repress.

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Thespis: Act I

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter X - The Pope

© Robert Browning

“Then Stephen, Pope and seventh of the name,
“Cried out, in synod as he sat in state,
“While choler quivered on his brow and beard,
“‘Come into court, Formosus, thou lost wretch,
“‘That claimedst to be late the Pope as I!’

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 11

© Publius Vergilius Maro

SCARCE had the rosy Morning rais’d her head  

Above the waves, and left her wat’ry bed;  

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A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

It climbs and clasps the union-jack,
Its blazoned pomp is humbled,
The flags go down on land and sea
Like corn before the reapers;
So burned the fire that brewed the tea
That Boston served her keepers!

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The Ploughman

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

CLEAR the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam!
Lo! on he comes, behind his smoking team,
With toil's bright dew-drops on his sunburnt brow,
The lord of earth, the hero of the plough!

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Chomei At Toyama

© Basil Bunting


Swirl sleeping in the waterfall!
On motionless pools scum appearing
  disappearing!

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;

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Sketch of Lord Byron's Life

© Julia A Moore

"Lord Byron" was an Englishman

 A poet I believe,

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Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D.

© Thomas Hood

Author of The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger and The Pleasure of Making a Will.
"I rule the roast, as Milton says!"—Caleb Quotem.

Oh! multifarious man!