Tag: Poetry
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Woodworker’s Ballad
Woodworker’s BalladHerbert Edward Palmer ALL that is moulded of ironHas lent to destruction and blood;But the things that are honour’d of ZionAre most of them made from wood. Stone can be chisell’d to Beauty,And iron shines bright for Defence;But when Mother Earth ponder’d her dutyShe brought forth the forest, from whence Come tables, and chairs, and…
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Good Friday
Good Friday By Christina Rossetti AM I a stone and not a sheep That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the…
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The Donkey
The DonkeyG.K. Chesterton When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings,The devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my…
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The Song of Callicles
The Song of CalliclesMatthew Arnold Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are haunts meet for thee. But, where Helicon breaks down In cliff to the sea. Where the moon-silver’d inlets Send far their light voice Up the still vale of…
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Thanatopsis
Thanatopsis William Cullen Bryant To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.…
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Hellas
HellasPercy Bysshe Shelley The world’s great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the…
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The Country Faith
The Country FaithNorman Gale Here in the country’s heart Where the grass is green, Life is the same sweet life As it e’er hath been. Trust in a God still lives, And the bell at morn Floats with a thought of God O’er the rising corn. God comes down in the rain, And the crop…
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Sheep and Lambs
Sheep and LambsKatharine Hinkson All in the April morning, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Pass’d me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Pass’d me by on the road; All in an April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying…
Dan Yingst 