Truth poems
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Gitanjali 35
© Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;Where knowledge is free;Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;Where words come out from the depth of truth;Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action --Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
Atalanta in Calydon: A Tragedy (complete text)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tous zontas eu dran. katthanon de pas anerGe kai skia. to meden eis ouden repei
Of the Death of Sir T. W. The Elder
© Henry Howard
Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;Such profit he by envy could obtain.
The True Story of My Father
© Starnino Carmine
There were days when I'd catch himalone at the kitchen table, lostinside some regret, his headcradled in his hands like the part
The Faerie Queene, Book VI, Canto 10
© Edmund Spenser
THE SIXTE BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGEND OF S. CALIDOREOR OF COURTESIE
Astrophel and Stella: Sixt Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
O you that heare this voice,O you that see this face,Say whether of the choiceDeserues the former place:Feare not to judge this bate,For it is void of hate
Astrophel and Stella: Fift Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought:Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glorie:I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee:I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,And all eares worse then deafe, that heard not out thy storie
Astrophel and Stella: 90
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,Who seeke, who hope; who loue, who liue but thee;Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:If thou praise not, all other praise is shame
Astrophel and Stella: 70
© Sir Philip Sidney
My Muse may well grudge at my heau'nly joy,If still I force her in sad rimes to creepe:She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes to enjoyNectar of mirth, since I Ioues cup do keepe
Astrophel and Stella: 67
© Sir Philip Sidney
Hope, art thou true, or doest thou flatter me?Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye,The ruines of her conquest to espie:Will she take time, before all wracked be?Her eyes-speech is translated thus by thee
