AUTHENTIC POEMS

Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats

Elijah

INTO that good old Hebrewâ??s soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
For where the thunders of imperial Storm
Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves
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Henry Kendall

A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem

I'm through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;
methinks I shall absent me for a while
from rhetoric of these rococo queens.
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Sylvia Plath

Captain Dobbin

CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas
In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,
A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls,
And five thousand pounds in the colonial funds,
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Kenneth Slessor

Matins

i


The authentic! Shadows of it
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Denise Levertov

Delight's Despair At Setting

1299

Delight's Despair at setting
Is that Delight is less
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Emily Dickinson

To My Mother

Gentlest of critics, does your memory hold
(I know it does) a record of the days
When I, a schoolboy, earned your generous praise
For halting verse and stories crudely told?
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Joyce Kilmer

Logos

Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own!
Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge
Constant my heart through the abyss unknown,
Its glory my sole guide while space surge
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Aleister Crowley

To Ned

Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn?
Hollows thereof lay rich in shade
By voyagers old inviolate thrown
Ere Paul Pry cruised with Pelf and Trade.
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Herman Melville

Myself And My Person

There are moments
when I feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
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Anna Swirszczynska

In The Cathedral

THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fume
Sickens: O listen, how the priestly prayer
Runs as a fenland stream; a dim despair
Hails through their chaunt of praise, who here inhume
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Edward Dowden

Let Me Be To Thee As The Circling Bird

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird,
Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings
That shapes in half-light his departing rings,
From both of whom a changeless note is heard.
.....

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Beauty, Time, And Love

I

Fair is my Love and cruel as she 's fair;
Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny.
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Samuel Daniel

Dreams Of Diamond

When I was a child like you
I saw the dreams too.
But when the night offs on the screen
My mother becomes the devil of my dream.
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Aman Mishra

Expostulation

Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
From side to side of her delightful isle
Is she not clothed with a perpetual smile?
.....

William Cowper

Mooni

AH, to be by Mooni now!
Where the great dark hills of wonder,
Scarred with storm and cleft asunder
By the strong sword of the thunder,
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Henry Kendall

In Laleham Churchyard

'Twas at this season, year by year,
The singer who lies songless here
Was wont to woo a less austere,
Less deep repose,
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William Watson

Wordsworth's Grave

I

The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;
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William Watson

Proem.

I only knew one poet in my life.
â?? BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
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Robert Crawford

Heroic Stanzas On The Death Of Oliver Cromwell, Written After His Funeral.

And now 'tis time; for their officious haste,
Who would before have borne him to the sky,
Like eager Romans, ere all rites were past,
Did let too soon the sacred eagle[1] fly.
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John Dryden

Granny Discovers Another Tiger

That's him!! The authentic, identical beast!
The Unionist tiger, full brother to 'Sosh'!
I know by the prowl of him.
Hark to the growl of him,
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

In A Balcony

First part

Constance and Norbert

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Robert Browning

Life The Beloved

As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,
Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been
Ghastly and strange, yet never so is seen
In thought, but to all fortunate favour wed;
.....

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Lyman King

You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
Around which you may walk by the use of foresight
And wisdom.
.....

Edgar Lee Masters

To A Mountain

To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light -- to thee,
Imperial brother of those awful hills
Whose feet are set in splendid spheres of flame,
.....

Henry Kendall

Newfoundland

Here the tides flow,
And here they ebb;
Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of waters
Held under bonds to move
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E. J. Pratt

The Mantra-yoga

I

How should I seek to make a song for thee
When all my music is to moan thy name?
.....

Aleister Crowley

Sonnet Lv: Let Others Sing

Let others sing of Knights and Paladins
In aged accents and untimely words,
Paint shadows in imaginary lines
Which well the reach of their high wits records;
.....

Samuel Daniel

Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines

XLVI
Let others sing of knights and paladines
In aged accents and untimely words;
Paint shadows in imaginary lines
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Samuel Daniel

Consecrated To The Glorious Memory Of His Most Serene And Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Prote

Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His
Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver,
Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc.
(Oliver Cromwell)
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John Dryden

Epithalamion

I.

Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost
with quivering continual thighs invite
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E. E. Cummings

Puella Mea

Harun Omar and Master Hafiz
keep your dead beautiful ladies.
Mine is a little lovelier
than any of your ladies were.
.....

E. E. Cummings

The Voice In The Wild Oak

Twelve years ago, when I could face
High heavenâ??s dome with different eyesâ??
In days full-flowered with hours of grace,
And nights not sad with sighsâ??
.....

Henry Kendall

In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse

The grand, authentic songs that roll
Across grey widths of wild-faced sea,
The lordly anthems of the Pole,
Are loud upon the lea.
.....

Henry Kendall

An Ancient Gesture

I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
Penelope did this too.
And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet Xcvi: Life The Beloved

As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,
Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been
Ghastly and strange, yet never so is seen
In thought, but to all fortunate favour wed;
.....

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Princess (part Iii)

Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Recluse - Book First

HOME AT GRASMERE

Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
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William Wordsworth

The Excursion - Book Seventh - The Churchyard Among The Mountains - (continued)

While thus from theme to theme the Historian passed,
The words he uttered, and the scene that lay
Before our eyes, awakened in my mind
Vivid remembrance of those long-past hours;
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William Wordsworth

Lowther

Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen
Cathedral pomp and grace, in apt accord
With the baronial castle's sterner mien;
Union significant of God adored,
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William Wordsworth

Basil Moss

SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior songâ??
Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts
Whose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streams
Catch mighty life and voice from thee, and make
.....

Henry Kendall

Legend Of The Engulphed Convent - Prose

At the dark and melancholy period when Don Roderick the Goth and his chivalry were overthrown on the banks of the Guadalete, and all Spain was overrun by the Moors, great was the devastation of churches and convents throughout that pious kingdom. The miraculous fate of one of those holy piles is thus recorded in one of the authentic legends of those days.

On the summit of a hill, not very distant from the capital city of Toledo, stood an ancient convent and chapel, dedicated to the invocation of Saint Benedict, and inhabited by a sisterhood of Benedictine nuns. This holy asylum was confined to females of noble lineage. The younger sisters of the highest families were here given in religious marriage to their Saviour, in order that the portions of their elder sisters might be increased, and they enabled to make suitable matches on earth, or that the family wealth might go undivided to elder brothers, and the dignity of their ancient houses be protected from decay. The convent was renowned, therefore, for enshrining within its walls a sisterhood of the purest blood, the most immaculate virtue, and most resplendent beauty, of all Gothic Spain.

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Washington Irving

Philip Of Pokanoket - An Indian Memoir - Prose

As monumental bronze unchanged his look:
A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook;
Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier,
The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook
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Washington Irving

Napoleon

I

Cannon his name,
Cannon his voice, he came.
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George Meredith

Bird Parliament (translation Of)

Once on a time from all the Circles seven
Between the steadfast Earth and rolling Heaven
The Birds, of all Note, Plumage, and Degree,
That float in Air, and roost upon the Tree;
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Edward Fitzgerald

A Son Of The Soil

Said the Preacher â??All is Vanity!â?â??appending as a reason
That the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass and pall;
But it seems to me that whatso'er endureth for a season
Isn't half as vain as whatso'er hath never been at all.
.....

James Brunton Stephens

The Dead Poet

Never again shall he with wizard sleight
Ensare on threshold of his soul the bright
Unearthly splendors that would oft alight,
And in the magic web of melody
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Arthur Bayldon

Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires

Scene. Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.
Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.


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Robert Browning

Paradise Lost - Book Iii

Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
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John Milton

The Task. Book V. The Winter Morning Walk.

'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
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William Cowper