Poems about sequent (19 Poems)
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Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed and world restored,If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;Then, with transition sweet, new speech resumes.Thus thou hast seen one world begin, … Continue reading
The Authors: A Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
Bright Arts, abus’d, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And the dark Sophist dims the Text Divine.The Art of Reasoning in Religion’s Cause,By Superstition’s Taint a Blindness draws.The Art of … Continue reading
Solution (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
I am the Muse who sung alwayBy Jove, at dawn of the first day.Star-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wroughtTo fire the stagnant earth with thought:On spawning slime my song prevails,Wolves shed their fangs, and dragons scales;Flushed in the sky the sweet … Continue reading
Australia (John Laurence Rentoul Poems)
SHE rose amid the Nations, tall and fair, The wide South seas kissed at her garment hem, Lights of new heavens gleamed in her lustrous hair, Freedom her diadem! And on her bosom, Time’s glad prophecy, Six stars that into … Continue reading
Praising Thy Wren (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Like as the weapons make towards the pebbled shrapnel,So do our misalliances hasten to their engine;Each changing plaint with that which goes before,In sequent tombs all forwards do contend.Naves, once in the malady of lime,Crawl to mavericks, wherewith being crowned,Crooked … Continue reading
To Poets: Have a Good Leading-Off Rime (Henry Ellison Poems)
Take not, poetic souls, a word amiss:I mean the unweaned spirits of the age,Male, female, epicoene—’tis all the rageTo write; the gentler sex, all-licensed, kissThe Muse’s hands, one serving that, one this,In lyric, ode, song, pastoral; on the stage,In sock … Continue reading
Alsace-Lorraine (George Meredith Poems)
I The sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With the night that spanned at golden gates.Mothers, they leave us, quickening seed;They bear us grain or flower or weed,As … Continue reading
Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON. O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured timeHast thou, observant from thy astral poise,Thy ever-changing station in the skies,Beheld the wastes of earth, of air and … Continue reading
France–December 1870 (George Meredith Poems)
I We look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for mind alway.Where is the Shape of glad array;The nervous hands, the front of steel,The clarion tongue? Where is the … Continue reading
The Woods Of Westermain (George Meredith Poems)
I Enter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the lark,Foot at peace with mouse and worm,Fair you fare.Only at a dread of darkQuaver, and they quit their form:Thousand … Continue reading
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