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Famous Bids Poems by Famous Poets

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...nd the wilds rejoice. 


This is that light which purifies the soul, 
From mist obscure, of envy, hate, and pride; 
Bids love celestial in the bosom glow, 
Fresh kindling up the intellectual eye 
Of faith divine, in beatific view 
Of that high glory and seraphic bliss, 
Which he who reigns invisible, shall give 
To wait on virtue in the realms of day. 


This is that light which from remotest times 
Shone to the just; gave sweet serenity, 
And sunshine to the soul, of...Read More



by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...l happy city where the muses stray, 
Where deep philosophy convenes her sons 
And opens all her secrets to their view! 
Bids them ascend with Newton to the skies, 
And trace the orbits of the rolling spheres, 
Survey the glories of the universe, 
Its suns and moons and ever blazing stars! 
Hail city blest with liberty's fair beams, 
And with the rays of mild religion blest! 



ACASTO. 
Nor these alone, America, thy sons 
In the short circle of a hundred years 
Have rais'...Read More

by Wilmot, John
...very smart
On Wit, which I abhor with all my heart;
I long to lash it in some sharp essay,
But your grand indiscretion bids me stay,
And turns my tide of ink another way.
What rage Torments in your degenerate mind,
To make you rail at reason, and mankind
Blessed glorious man! To whom alone kind heaven
An everlasting soul hath freely given;
Whom his great maker took such care to make,
That from himself he did the image take;
And this fair frame in shining reason dressed,
...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...in the midst; 
With God's good poor, which last and least 
In man's esteem, thou to thy feast, 
 O blessed bridegroom, bidst. 
 LII 
For ADORATION seasons change, 
And order, truth, and beauty range, 
 Adjust, attract, and fill: 
The grass the polyanthus checks; 
And polish'd porphyry reflects, 
 By the descending rill. 

 LIII 
rich almonds color to the prime 
For ADORATION; tendrils climb, 
 And fruit-trees pledge their gems; 
And Ivis with her gorgeous vest,
Build...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...y to see, 
Willing to see (for no cloud's worth a face)-- 
And leaving quiet what no strength can move, 
And which, who bids you move? who has the right? 
I bid you; but you are God's sheep, not mine: 
" Pastor est tui Dominus ." You find 
In this the pleasant pasture of our life 
Much you may eat without the least offence, 
Much you don't eat because your maw objects, 
Much you would eat but that your fellow-flock 
Open great eyes at you and even butt, 
And thereupon you...Read More



by Milton, John
...ering.
They come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with torches in
their hands.


 COMUS. The star that bids the shepherd fold
Now the top of heaven doth hold;
And the gilded car of day
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream;
And the slope sun his upward beam
Shoots against the dusky pole,
Pacing toward the other goal
Of his chamber in the east.
Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast,
Midnight shout and revelry,
Tipsy dance and jollity.
Bra...Read More

by Keats, John
...th
Look'd up: a conflicting of shame and ruth
Was in his plaited brow: yet his eyelids
Widened a little, as when Zephyr bids
A little breeze to creep between the fans
Of careless butterflies: amid his pains
He seem'd to taste a drop of manna-dew,
Full palatable; and a colour grew
Upon his cheek, while thus he lifeful spake.

 "Peona! ever have I long'd to slake
My thirst for the world's praises: nothing base,
No merely slumberous phantasm, could unlace
The stubborn canvas...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...The watchful Pole was silent—but he heard. 
 
 Two monstrous dangers; but the heedless one 
 Babbles and smiles, and bids all care begone— 
 Likes lively speech—while all the poor she makes 
 To love her, and the taxes off she takes. 
 A life of dance and pleasure she has known— 
 A woman always; in her jewelled crown 
 It is the pearl she loves—not cutting gems, 
 For these can wound, and mark men's diadems. 
 She pays the hire of Homer's copyists, 
 And in the Co...Read More

by Homer,
...ods. And the strong Slayer of Argus drew near and said:

"Dark-haired Hades, ruler over the departed, father Zeus bids me bring noble Persephone forth from Erebus unto the gods, that her mother may see her with her eyes and cease from her dread anger with the immortals; for now she plans an awful deed, to destroy the weakly tribes of earthborn men by keeping seed hidden beneath the earth, and so she makes an end of the honours of the undying gods. For she keeps fear...Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...splay;
Read the celestial sign!
Lo! the South answers to the North;
Bookworm, break this sloth urbane;
A greater Spirit bids thee forth,
Than the gray dreams which thee detain.

Mark how the climbing Oreads
Beckon thee to their arcades;
Youth, for a moment free as they,
Teach thy feet to feel the ground,
Ere yet arrive the wintry day
When Time thy feet has bound.
Accept the bounty of thy birth;
Taste the lordship of the earth.

I heard and I obeyed,
Assured that h...Read More

by Milton, John
...sits above, and laughs the while 
At thee, ordained his drudge to execute 
Whate'er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids-- 
His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both!" 
 She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest 
Forbore: then these to her Satan returned:-- 
 "So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange 
Thou interposest, that my sudden hand, 
Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds 
What it intends, till first I know of thee 
What thing thou art, thus doub...Read More

by Milton, John
...: Is there no place 
Left for repentance, none for pardon left? 
None left but by submission; and that word 
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame 
Among the Spirits beneath, whom I seduced 
With other promises and other vaunts 
Than to submit, boasting I could subdue 
The Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know 
How dearly I abide that boast so vain, 
Under what torments inwardly I groan, 
While they adore me on the throne of Hell. 
With diadem and scepter high advan...Read More

by Milton, John
...his mountain; while the winds 
Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks 
Of these fair spreading trees; which bids us seek 
Some better shroud, some better warmth to cherish 
Our limbs benummed, ere this diurnal star 
Leave cold the night, how we his gathered beams 
Reflected may with matter sere foment; 
Or, by collision of two bodies, grind 
The air attrite to fire; as late the clouds 
Justling, or pushed with winds, rude in their shock, 
Tine the slant lightning;...Read More

by Bronte, Anne
...he would bring release,
Weary of this restless struggle --
Longing to repose in peace,

Then a glance of fond reproval
Bids such selfish longings flee
And a voice of matchless music
Murmurs 'Cherish life for me!'

Roused to newborn strength and courage,
Pain and grief, I cast away,
Health and life, I keenly follow,
Mighty Death is held at bay.

Yes, my love, I will be patient!
Firm and bold my heart shall be:
Fear not -- though this life is dreary,
I can bear it well for...Read More

by Milton, John
...trite,
But act not in thy own affliction, Son,
Repent the sin, but if the punishment
Thou canst avoid, selfpreservation bids;
Or th' execution leave to high disposal,
And let another hand, not thine, exact
Thy penal forfeit from thy self; perhaps
God will relent, and quit thee all his debt;
Who evermore approves and more accepts 
(Best pleas'd with humble and filial submission)
Him who imploring mercy sues for life,
Then who selfrigorous chooses death as due;
Which argues ove...Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...own sharp need, 
And duty keeping pace with all. 
Shut down and clasp with heavy lids; 
I hear again the voice that bids 
The dreamer leave his dream midway 
For larger hopes and graver fears: 
Life greatens in these later years, 
The century's aloe flowers to-day! 

Yet, haply, in some lull of life, 
Some Truce of God which breaks its strife, 
The wordling's eyes shall gather dew, 
Dreaming in throngful city ways 
Of winter joys his boyhood knew; 
And dear and early frie...Read More

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...throws,
For this, receive a loving kiss!

The spirit, glorious and serene,
Who round necessity the graces trains,--
Who bids his ether and his starry plains
Upon us wait with pleasing mien,--
Who, 'mid his terrors, by his majesty gives joy,
And who is beauteous e'en when seeking to destroy,--
Him imitate, the artist good!
As o'er the streamlet's crystal flood
The banks with checkered dances hover,
The flowery mead, the sunset's light,--
Thus gleams, life's barren pathway over...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...ll-known martial chimes,
     And thrice their high heroic pride
     In melancholy murmurs died.
      'Vainly thou bidst, O noble maid,'
     Clasping his withered hands, he said,
     'Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain,
      Though all unwont to bid in vain.
     Alas! than mine a mightier hand
     Has tuned my harp, my strings has spanned!
     I touch the chords of joy, but low
     And mournful answer notes of woe;
     And the proud march which victors ...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...Air, Sea, to Chaos fall,
Men, Monkies, Lap-dogs, Parrots, perish all! 

She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her Beau demand the precious Hairs:
(Sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice Conduct of a clouded Cane)
With earnest Eyes, and round unthinking Face,
He first the Snuff-box open'd, then the Case,
And thus broke out--- "My Lord, why, what the Devil?
"Z---ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must be civil!
"Plague on't! 'tis past a Jest---nay...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...the Power advanceThat breaks the gloomy grave's eternal trance,And bids the disembodied spirit claimThe glorious guerdon of immortal Fame.Like Phosphor, in the sullen rear of night,Before the golden wheels of orient lightHe came. But who the tendant pomp can tell,What mighty master of the cor...Read More

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