Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (183 page)
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Authors: Homer,William Shakespeare
“There is a fountain in the forest call’d
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The Fountain of the Fairies: when a child
With a delightful wonder I have heard
Tales of the Elfin tribe who on its banks
Hold midnight revelry. An ancient oak,
The goodliest of the forest, grows beside;
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Alone it stands, upon a green grass plat,
By the woods bounded like some little isle.
It ever hath been deem’d their favourite tree,
They love to lie and rock upon its leaves,
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And bask in moonshine. Here the Woodman leads
His boy, and shewing him the green-sward mark’d
With darker circlets, says their midnight dance
Hath traced the rings, and bids him spare the tree.
Fancy had cast a spell upon the place
Which made it holy; and the villagers
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Would say that never evil thing approach’d
Unpunish’d there. The strange and fearful pleasure
Which fill’d me by that solitary spring,
Ceased not in riper years; and now it woke
Deeper delight, and more mysterious awe.
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“A blessed spot! Oh how my soul enjoy’d
Its holy quietness, with what delight
Escaping from mankind I hasten’d there
To solitude and freedom! Thitherward
On a spring eve I had betaken me,
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And there I sat, and mark’d the deep red clouds
Gather before the wind.. the rising wind,
Whose sudden gusts, each wilder than the last,
Appear’d to rock my senses. Soon the night
Darken’d around, and the large rain-drops fell
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Heavy; anon tempestuously the gale
Swept o’er the wood. Methought the thunder-shower
Fell with refreshing coolness on my head,
And the hoarse dash of waters, and the rush
Of winds that mingled with the forest roar,
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Made a wild music. On a rock I sat,
The glory of the tempest fill’d my soul;
And when the thunders peal’d, and the long flash
Hung durable in heaven, and on my sight
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Spread the grey forest, memory, thought, were gone.
All sense of self annihilate, I seem’d
Diffused into the scene.
“At length a light
Approach’d the spring; I saw my Uncle Claude;
His grey locks dripping with the midnight storm,
He came, and caught me in his arms, and cried
‘My God! my child is safe!’
“I felt his words
Pierce in my heart; my soul was overcharged;
I fell upon his neck and told him all;
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GOD was within me, as I felt, I spake,
And he believed.
“Aye, Chieftain! and the world
Shall soon believe my mission; for the LORD
Will raise up indignation and pour on’t
His wrath, and they shall perish who oppress.”
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Robert Southey (1774–1843)
IT was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
And by him sported on the green
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His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found;
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He came to ask what he had found
That was so large and smooth and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy
Who stood expectant by;
And then the old man shook his head,
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And with a natural sigh
‘’Tis some poor fellow’s skull,’ said he.
‘Who fell in the great victory.
‘I find them in the garden,
For there’s many here about;
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And often when I go to plough
The ploughshare turns them out.
For many thousand men,’ said he,
‘Were slain in that great victory.’
‘Now tell us what ’twas all about,’
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Young Peterkin he cries;
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes;
‘Now tell us all about the war,
And what they fought each other for.’
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‘It was the English,’ Kaspar cried,
‘Who put the French to rout;
But what they fought each other for
I could not well make out.
But everybody said,’ quoth he,
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‘That ’twas a famous victory.
‘My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly:
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So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.
‘With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then
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And newborn baby died:
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
‘They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
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For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun:
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
‘Great praise the Duke of Marlbro’ won
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And our good Prince Eugene;’
‘Why ’twas a very wicked thing!’
Said little Wilhelmine;
‘Nay . . nay . . my little girl,’ quoth he,
‘It was a famous victory.
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‘And every body praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win.’
‘But what good came of it at last?’
Quoth little Peterkin: —
‘Why that I cannot tell,’ said he,
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‘But ’twas a famous victory.’
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Robert Southey (1774–1843)
MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where’er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
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With whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
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My cheeks have often been bedew’d
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
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Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the Dead; anon
My place with them will be,
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And I with them shall travel on
Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Robert Southey (1774–1843)
1.
FROM his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little, snug farm of the World,
And see how his stock went on.
2.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain;
And backward and forward he swish’d his tail,
As a gentleman swishes a cane.
3.
How then was the Devil dress’d?
Oh, he was in his Sunday’s best;
His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,
And there was a hole where his tail came through.
4.
A lady drove by in her pride,
In whose face an expression he spied,
For which he could have kiss’d her;
Such a flourishing, fine, clever creature was she,
With an eye as wicked as wicked can be:
I should take her for my Aunt, thought he;
If my dam had had a sister.
5.
He met a lord of high degree, —
No matter what was his name, —
Whose face with his own when he came to compare
The expression, the look, and the air,
And the character too, as it seem’d to a hair, —
Such a twin-likeness there was in the pair,
That it made the Devil start and stare;
For he thought there was surely a looking-glass there
But he could not see the frame.
6.
He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dunghill beside his stable;
Ho! quoth he, thou put’st me in mind
Of the story of Cain and Abel.
7.
An Apothecary on a white horse
Rode by on his vocation;
And the Devil thought of his old friend
Death in the Revelation.
8.
He pass’d a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
And he own’d with a grin
That his favorite sin
Is pride that apes humility.
9.
He saw a pig rapidly
Down a river float;
The pig swam well, but every stroke
Was cutting his own throat; —
10.
And Satan gave thereat his tail
A twirl of admiration;
For he thought of his daughter War
And her suckling babe Taxation.
11.
Well enough, in sooth, he liked that truth,
And nothing the worse for the jest;
But this was only a first thought;
And in this he did not rest:
Another came presently into his head;
And here it proved, as has often been said,
That second thoughts are best
12.
For as Piggy plied, with wind and tide,
His way with such celerity,
And at every stroke the water dyed
With his own red blood, the Devil cried
Behold a swinish nation’s pride
In cotton-spun prosperity
13.
He walk’d into London leisurely;
The streets were dirty and dim;
But there he saw Brothers the Prophet,
And Brothers the Prophet saw him.
14.
He entered a thriving bookseller’s shop;
Quoth he, We are both of one college,
For I myself sate like a Cormorant once
Upon the Tree of Knowledge.
15.
As he passed through Cold-Bath Fields, he look’d
At a solitary cell;
And he was well-pleased, for it gave him a hint
For improving the prisons of Hell.
16.
He saw a turnkey tie a thief’s hands
With a cordial tug and jerk;
Nimbly, quoth he, a man’s fingers move
When his heart is in his work.
17.
He saw the same turnkey unfettering a man
With little expedition;
And he chuckled to think of his dear slave trade,
And the long debates and delays that were made
Concerning its abolition.
18.
He met one of his favorite daughters
By an Evangelical Meeting;
And forgetting himself for joy at her sight,
He would have accosted her outright,
And given her a fatherly greeting.
19.
But she tipp’d him a wink, drew back, and cried,
Avaunt! my name’s Religion!
And then she turn’d to the preacher,
And leer’d like a love-sick pigeon.
20.
A fine man and a famous Professor was he,
As the great Alexander now may be,
Whose fame not yet o’erpast is
Or that new Scotch performer
Who is fiercer and warmer,
The great Sir Arch-Bombastes;
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With throbs and throes, and ahs and ohs,
Far famed his flock for frightening;
And thundering with his voice, the while
His eyes zigzag like lightning.
22.
This Scotch phenomenon, I trow,
Beats Alexander hollow;
Even when most tame,
He breathes more flame
Than ten Fire-Kings could swallow
23.
Another daughter he presently met:
With music of fife and drum,
And a consecrated flag,
And shout of tag and rag,
And march of rank and file,
Which had fill’d the crowded aisle
Of the venerable pile,
From church he saw her come.
24.
He call’d her aside, and began to chide,
For what dost thou here? said he;
My city of Rome is thy proper home,
And there’s work enough there for thee.
25.
Thou hast confessions to listen,
And bells to christen,
And altars and dolls to dress;
And fools to coax,
And sinners to hoax,
And beads and bones to bless;
And great pardons to sell
For those who pay well,
And small ones for those who pay less.
26.
Nay, Father, I boast, that this is my post,
She answered; and thou wilt allow,
That the great Harlot,
Who is clothed in scarlet,
Can very well spare me now.
27.
Upon her business I am come here,
That we may extend her powers;
Whatever lets down this church that we hate,
Is something in favor of ours.
28.
You will not think, great Cosmocrat!
That I spend my time in fooling;
Many irons, my Sire, have we in the fire,
And I must leave none of them cooling;
For you must know state-councils here
Are held which I bear rule in.
When my liberal notions
Produce mischievous motions,
There’s many a man of good intent,
In either house of Parliament,
Whom I shall find a tool in;
And I have hopeful pupils too
Who all this while are schooling.
29.
Fine progress they make in our liberal opinions,
My Utilitarians,
My all sorts of — inians
And all sorts of — arians;
My all sorts of — ists,
And my Prigs and my Whigs,
Who have all sorts of twists,
Train’d in the very way, I know,
Father, you would have them go;
High and low,
Wise and foolish, great and small,
March-of-Intellect-Boys all.
30.
Well pleased wilt thou be at no very far day,
When the caldron of mischief boils,
And I bring them forth in battle array,
And bid them suspend their broils,
That they may unite and fall on the prey,
For which we are spreading our toils.
How the nice boys all will give mouth at the call,
Hark away! hark away to the spoils!
My Macs and my Quacks and my lawless-Jacks,
My Shields and O’Connells, my pious Mac-Donnells,
My joke-smith Sidney, and all of his kidney,
My Humes and my Broughams,
My merry old Jerry,
My Lord Kings, and my Doctor Doyles!
31.
At this good news, so great
The Devil’s pleasure grew,
That with a joyful swish he rent
The hole where his tail came through.
32.
His countenance fell for a moment
When he felt the stitches go;
Ah! thought he, there’s a job now
That I’ve made for my tailor below.
33.
Great news! bloody news! cried a newsman;
The Devil said, Stop, let me see!
Great news? bloody news? thought the Devil,
The bloodier the better for me.
34.
So he bought the newspaper, and no news
At all for his money he had.
Lying varlet, thought he, thus to take in old Nick!
But it’s some satisfaction, my lad,
To know thou art paid beforehand for the trick,
For the sixpence I gave thee is bad.
35.
And then it came into his head,
By oracular inspiration,
That what he had seen and what he had said,
In the course of this visitation,
Would be published in the Morning Post
For all this reading nation.
36.
Therewith in second-sight he saw
The place, and the manner and time,
In which this mortal story
Would be put in immortal rhyme.
37.
That it would happen when two poets
Should on a time be met
In the town of Nether Stowey,
In the shire of Somerset.
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There, while the one was shaving,
Would he the song begin;
And the other, when he heard it at breakfast,
In ready accord join in.
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So each would help the other,
Two heads being better than one;
And the phrase and conceit
Would in unison meet,
And so with glee the verse flow free
In ding-dong chime of sing-song rhyme,
Till the whole were merrily done.
40.
And because it was set to the razor,
Not to the lute or harp,
Therefore it was that the fancy
Should be bright, and the wit be sharp.
41.
But their, said Satan to himself,
As for that said beginner,
Against my infernal Majesty
There is no greater sinner.
42.
He hath put me in ugly ballads
With libellous pictures for sale;
He hath scoff’d at my hoofs and my horns,
And has made very free with my tail.
43.
But this Mister Poet shall find
I am not a safe subject for whim;
For I’ll set up a School of my own,
And my Poets shall set upon him.
44.
He went to a coffee-house to dine,
And there he had soy in his dish;
Having ordered some soles for his dinner.
Because he was fond of flat fish.
45.
They are much to my palate, thought he,
And now guess the reason who can,
Why no bait should be better than place,
When I fish for a Parliament-man.
46.
But the soles in the bill were ten shillings,
Tell your master, quoth he, what I say;
If he charges at this rate for all things,
He must be in a pretty good way.
47.
But mark ye, said he to the waiter,
I’m a dealer myself in this line,
And his business, between you and me,
Nothing like so extensive as mine.
48.
Now soles are exceedingly cheap;
Which he will not attempt to deny,
When I see him at my fish-market,
I warrant him, by and by.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order