Truth poems

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Epipsychidion

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,
Whose empire is the name thou weepest on,
In my heart's temple I suspend to thee
These votive wreaths of withered memory.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 03 - The World Is Not Eternal

© Lucretius

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common sepulchre of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.

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Emblems

© Allen Tate

I
Maryland, Virginia, Caroline
Pent images in sleep
Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine
Unspeakable and deep

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The Supreme Hour

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THERE comes all hour when all life's joys and pains
To our raised vision seem
But as the flickering phantom that remains
Of some dead midnight dream!

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Vaudracour And Julia

© William Wordsworth

O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!

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The Land Of Illusion

© Madison Julius Cawein


So we had come at last, my soul and I,
  Into that land of shadowy plain and peak,
  On which the dawn seemed ever about to break
On which the day seemed ever about to die.

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Henry And Emma. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

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Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains

© Robert Browning


Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!

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The Ideal

© Frances Anne Kemble

Thou shalt behold it once, and once believe

  Thou may'st possess it—Love shall make the dream,

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Onward

© Charles Harpur

Have the blasts of sorrow worn thee,

Have the rocks of danger torn thee,

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Glorious France

© Edgar Lee Masters

You have become a forge of snow-white fire,

A crucible of molten steel, O France!

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Sailor And Shade

© Eugene Field

SAILOR

You, who have compassed land and sea,

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Sonnet 93: Oh Fate, Oh Fault

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh fate, oh fault, oh curse, child of my bliss,
What sobs can give words grace my grief to show?
What ink is black enough to paint my woe?
Through me, wretch me, ev'n Stella vexed is.

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An Epistle To William Hogarth

© Charles Churchill

Amongst the sons of men how few are known

Who dare be just to merit not their own!

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Quatrains

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

With beams December planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.

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Earth Voices

© Bliss William Carman

 "Across the sleeping furrows
 I call the buried seed,
 And blade and bud and blossom
 Awaken at my need.

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Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

  While soldier thus and chief,
In doubtful sort, against their hidden fate
Devised their counsel, Appius alone
Feared for the chances of the war, and sought
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to break
The silence of the gods and know the end.

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The Muses Threnodie: Eighth Muse

© Henry Adamson

What blooming banks, sweet Earn, or fairest Tay,

Or Almond doth embrace! These many a day

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A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton

© William Shenstone

The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.

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The Model

© Harriet Monroe

Have you forgotten—you, the chief,
The art-director, president,
What not, of the establishment—
Forgot how for a moment brief
The whole show, all our strife and stir,
Went out—for her?