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Famous Balance Poems by Famous Poets

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by Dryden, John
...on of whose ugly scars,
They curst the memory of civil wars.
The moderate sort of men, thus qualifi'd,
Inclin'd the balance to the better side:
And, David's mildness manag'd it so well,
The bad found no occasion to rebel.
But, when to sin our bias'd nature leans,
The careful Devil is still at hand with means;
And providently pimps for ill desires:
The good old cause reviv'd, a plot requires.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things,
To raise up common-wealths, a...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...of Liberty—not to cheer up slaves and horrify foreign despots, 
Not to build for that which builds for mankind,
Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes, 
Not to justify science, nor the march of equality, 
Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time. 

I swear I am for those that have never been master’d! 
For men and women whose tempers have never been master’d,
For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master. 

I swear ...Read more of this...

by Sidney, Sir Philip
...of loue it in our souls would raise;
But for that man with paine this truth descries,
Whiles he each thing in Senses balance wayes,
And so nor will nor can behold those skies
Which inward sunne to heroick mind displaies
Vertue of late, with vertuous care to ster
Loue of herself, tooke Stellas shape, that she
To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.
It is most true; for since I her did see,
Vertues great beauty in that face I proue,
And find th' effect, for I...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
Than at the dictionary, like one asking 
Already why we make so much of words 
That have so little weight in the true balance.
“Your name is Resignation for an hour,” 
He said; “and I’m a little sorry for you. 
So be resigned. I shall not praise your work, 
Or strive in any way to make you happy. 
My purpose only is to make you know
How clearly I have known that you have known 
There was a reason waited on your coming, 
And, if it’s in me to see clear enough...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...comfortable breath again, 
You weigh and find, whatever more or less 
I boast of my ideal realized, 
Is nothing in the balance when opposed 
To your ideal, your grand simple life, 
Of which you will not realize one jot. 
I am much, you are nothing; you would be all, 
I would be merely much: you beat me there. 

No, friend, you do not beat me: hearken why! 
The common problem, yours, mine, every one's, 
Is--not to fancy what were fair in life 
Provided it could be,--b...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
If Man alone ingross not Heav'n's high care, 
Alone made perfect here, immortal there: 
Snatch from his hand the balance(10) and the rod, 
Re-judge his justice, be the GOD of GOD! 
In Pride, in reas'ning Pride, our error lies; 
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. 
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, 
Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. 
Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, 
Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel; 
And who but wishes to inver...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...laws of the land, and the hearts and homes of the people.
Even the birds had built their nests in the scales of the balance,
Having no fear of the sword that flashed in the sunshine above them.
But in the course of time the laws of the land were corrupted;
Might took the place of right, and the weak were oppressed, and the mighty
Ruled with an iron rod. Then it chanced in a nobleman's palace
That a necklace of pearls was lost, and erelong a suspicion
Fell on an or...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...tes of the soul. 

The female contains all qualities, and tempers them—she is in her place, and moves with
 perfect balance; 
She is all things duly veil’d—she is both passive and active; 
She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.

As I see my soul reflected in nature; 
As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible completeness and beauty, 
See the bent head, and arms folded over the breast—the female I see. 

The male is not...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...ealthy and a millionaire may fail,
It all depends upon the point of view.
It's the sterling of your spirit tips the balance of the scale,
It's optimism, and it's up to you.
For what I figure as success is simple Happiness,
The consummate contentment of your mood:
You may toil with brain and sinew,
And though little wealth is win you,
If there's health and hope within you -
 You've made good....Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...ulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side.  It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I ...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...e dust. 
Call him a genius or a gentleman, 
A prophet or a builder, or what not, 
But hold your disposition off the balance,
And weigh him in the light. Once (I believe 
I tell you nothing new to your surmise, 
Or to the tongues of towns and villages) 
I nourished with an adolescent fancy— 
Surely forgivable to you, my friend—
An innocent and amiable conviction 
That I was, by the grace of honest fortune, 
A savior at his elbow through the war, 
Where I might have obs...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...ding fires; 
Till, as a signal given, th' uplifted spear 
Of their great Sultan waving to direct 
Their course, in even balance down they light 
On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain: 
A multitude like which the populous North 
Poured never from her frozen loins to pass 
Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous sons 
Came like a deluge on the South, and spread 
Beneath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands. 
Forthwith, form every squadron and each band, 
The heads and leade...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...fered him, whom not at all She loved. Poor 
Boy! Yes, they must still be friends.
She owed him that to keep the balance straight. It 
was such poor amends
Which she could make for rousing hopes to gall
Him with their unfulfilment. Tragical
It was, and she must leave him desolate.

Hard silence he had forced upon his lips For 
long and long, and would have done so still
Had not she -- here she pressed her finger tips Against her 
heavy eyes. Then wi...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees. 

O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem! 
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem. 

O the joy of my spirit! it is uncaged! it darts like lightning! 
It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time—I will have thousands of
 and all time. 

O the engineer’s joys!
To go with a locomotive! 
To hear the h...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...unflagging pregnancy? 
Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work’d over and rectified? 

I find one side a balance, and the antipodal side a balance;
Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine; 
Thoughts and deeds of the present, our rouse and early start. 

This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, 
There is no better than it and now. 

What behaved well in the past, or behaves well to-day, is not such a wonder;
The wonder is, a...Read more of this...

by Jeffers, Robinson
...s of discovery . . .
And the beautiful enormous dawns of time, after we perish.


Mourning the broken balance, the hopeless prostration of the earth
Under men's hands and their minds,
The beautiful places killed like rabbits to make a city,
The spreading fungus, the slime-threads
And spores; my own coast's obscene future: I remember the farther
Future, and the last man dying
Without succession under the confident eyes of the stars.
It was only a moment's...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...en wooing
For months past; he sat there pursuing
His suit, weighing out with nonchalance
Fine speeches like gold from a balance.

Sound the trumpet, no true knight's a tarrier!
De Lorge made one leap at the barrier,
Walked straight to the glove,---while the lion
Neer moved, kept his far-reaching eye on
The palm-tree-edged desert-spring's sapphire,
And the musky oiled skin of the Kaffir,---
Picked it up, and as calmly retreated,
Leaped back where the lady was seated,
And f...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...her's partial thought
     O'erweighed her worth and beauty aught,
     Well might the lover's judgment fail
     To balance with a juster scale;
     For with each secret glance he stole,
     The fond enthusiast sent his soul.

     Of stature fair, and slender frame,
     But firmly knit, was Malcolm Graeme.
     The belted plaid and tartan hose
     Did ne'er more graceful limbs disclose;
     His flaxen hair, of sunny hue,
     Curled closely round...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...l stage;Then what I gain'd and lost below shall lieSuspended in the balance of the sky,And all our anxious sublunary caresShall seem one tissue of Arachne's snares;[Pg 404]And all the lying vanities of life,The sordid source of envy, hate, and strife,Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
..., no, not that—not Shakespeare—I must be 
A sterner critic. I must weigh the ill 
Against the good, must strike the balance, till 
I know the answer— true for me alone—
What is she worth— this country— not my own?

I thought of my father's deep traditional wrath
Against England— the redcoat bully— the ancient foe—
That second reaping of hate, that aftermath
Of a ruler's folly and ignorance long ago—
Long, long ago— yet who can honestly say
England is utterly changed— not ...Read more of this...

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