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Written by John Wilmot | Create an image from this poem

To This Moment a Rebel

 To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,
Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.
Make proud and secure by such forces as these, You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.
When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire, Why should I decline what I cannot avoid? And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed? Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me, Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me? And Wit has to Pleasure been ever a friend, Then what room for Despair, since Delight is Love's end? There can be no danger in sweetness and youth, Where Love is secured by good nature and truth; On her beauty I'll gaze and of pleasure complain While every kind look adds a link to my chain.
'Tis more to maintain than it was to surprise, But her Wit leads in triumpth the slave of her eyes; I beheld, with the loss of my freedom before, But hearing, forever must serve and adore.
Too bright is my Goddess, her temple too weak: Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break.
Help, Love! I dissolve in a rapture of charms At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms.

Written by Rupert Brooke | Create an image from this poem

Second Best

 Here in the dark, O heart;
Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,
And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;
Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apart
From the dead best, the dear and old delight;
Throw down your dreams of immortality,
O faithful, O foolish lover!
Here's peace for you, and surety; here the one
Wisdom -- the truth! -- "All day the good glad sun
Showers love and labour on you, wine and song;
The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day long
Till night.
" And night ends all things.
Then shall be No lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying, Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover! (And, heart, for all your sighing, That gladness and those tears are over, over.
) And has the truth brought no new hope at all, Heart, that you're weeping yet for Paradise? Do they still whisper, the old weary cries? "'MID YOUTH AND SONG, FEASTING AND CARNIVAL, THROUGH LAUGHTER, THROUGH THE ROSES, AS OF OLD COMES DEATH, ON SHADOWY AND RELENTLESS FEET, DEATH, UNAPPEASABLE BY PRAYER OR GOLD; DEATH IS THE END, THE END!" Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend! Exile of immortality, strongly wise, Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes To what may lie beyond it.
Sets your star, O heart, for ever! Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.
And the light, Returning, shall give back the golden hours, Ocean a windless level, Earth a lawn Spacious and full of sunlit dancing-places, And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers, The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-faces O heart, in the great dawn!
Written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Create an image from this poem

Momus God Of Laughter

 Though with gods the world is cumbered, 
Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, 
Never god was known to be
Who had not his devotee.
So I dedicate to mine, Here in verse, my temple-shrine.
‘Tis not Ares, - mighty Mars, Who can give success in wars.
‘Tis not Morpheus, who doth keep Guard above us while we sleep, ‘Tis not Venus, she whose duty ‘Tis to give us love and beauty; Hail to these, and others, after Momus, gleesome god of laughter.
Quirinus would guard my health, Plutus would insure me wealth; Mercury looks after trade, Hera smiles on youth and maid.
All are kind, I own their worth, After Momus, god of mirth.
Though Apollo, out of spite, Hides away his face of light, Though Minerva looks askance, Deigning me no smiling glance, Kings and queens may envy me While I claim the god of glee.
Wisdom wearies, Love had wings – Wealth makes burdens, Pleasure stings, Glory proves a thorny crown – So all gifts the gods throw down Bring their pains and troubles after; All save Momus, god of laughter.
He alone gives constant joy.
Hail to Momus, happy boy.
Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Hymn 22

 With God is terrible majesty.
Terrible God, that reign'st on high, How awful is thy thund'ring hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand.
This the old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath thy frown; Thine arrows struck the traitor through, And weighty vengeance sunk him down.
This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th' eternal load: "With endless burnings who can dwell? Or bear the fury of a God?" Tremble, ye sinners, and submit, Throw down your arms before his throne; Bend your heads low beneath his feet, Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
And ye, blest saints, that love him too, With rev'rence bow before his name; Thus all his heav'nly servants do: God is a bright and burning flame.