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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...h their harvest; yet from those bare lands 
Of what is purely thine, thy only hands, 
(And that thy smallest work) have gleaned more 
Than all those times and tongues could reap before. 

But thou art gone, and thy strict laws will be 
Too hard for libertines in poetry; 
They will repeal the goodly exil'd train 
Of gods and goddesses, which in thy just reign 
Were banish'd nobler poems; now with these, 
The silenc'd tales o' th' Metamorphoses 
Shall stuff their lines, and swe...Read more of this...
by Carew, Thomas



...ver what they seem:
 Let a star be just a star,
And a woman -- just a dream.

O you Dreamers, proud and pure,
 You have gleaned the sweet of life!
 Golden truths that shall endure
Over pain and doubt and strife.
 I would rather be a fool
 Living in my Paradise,
 Than the leader of a school,
 Sadly sane and weary wise.

 O you Cynics with your sneers,
 Fallen brains and hearts of brass,
 Tweak me by my foolish ears,
 Write me down a simple ass!
I'll believe the real "you"
 Is ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...ping for
its last touch of air in a slithery marsh -somewhere 
there is a store (a golden sump) of truths all life 
has gleaned about itself (indiana jones can't find it)
the querulous beak of the ibis is our frail best bet...Read more of this...
by Gregory, Rg
...e!
But on a sunny afternoon,
By a country road,
Where purple rag-weeds bloom along a straggling fence,
And the field is gleaned, and the air is still,
To see against the sun-light something black,
Like a blot with an iris rim --
That is the sign to eyes of second sight....
And that I saw!...Read more of this...
by Masters, Edgar Lee
...a in the shining past,
 But now a mother growing old and gray,
She thinks of how she held a people fast
 In thrall, and gleaned the triumphs of a day.

She sees a sea of faces like a dream;
 She sees herself a queen of song once more;
She sees lips part in rapture, eyes agleam;
 She sings as never once she sang before.

She sings a wild, sweet song that throbs with pain,
 The added pain of life that transcends art --
A song of home, a deep, celestial strain,
 The glorious swa...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William



...Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days 
Gleaned by the year in autumn's harvest ways, 
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, 
Some crimson poppy of a late delight 
Atoning in its splendor for the flight 
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September....Read more of this...
by Belloc, Hilaire
...sorrow of those achievements. 


I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour; 
I debated with the priests of Assyria; 
I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine. 
Yet, I am still seeking truth. 


I gathered wisdom from quiet India; 
I probed the antiquity of Arabia; 
I heard all that can be heard. 
Yet, my heart is deaf and blind. 


I suffered at the hands of despotic rulers; 
I suffered slavery under insane invaders; 
I suffered hunger imposed by tyranny; 
Yet, I still...Read more of this...
by Gibran, Kahlil
...re evil augury;
     But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade
     Clan-Alpine's omen and her aid,
     Not aught that, gleaned from heaven or hell,
     Yon fiend-begotten Monk can tell.
     The Chieftain joins him, see—and now
     Together they descend the brow.'
     VI.

     And, as they came, with Alpine's Lord
     The Hermit Monk held solemn word:—.
     'Roderick! it is a fearful strife,
     For man endowed with mortal life
     Whose shroud of sentient ...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry