Best Ode Poems

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
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Ode To The Moon
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Usually after the sun's disappear
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Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
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I

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
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Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
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Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
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Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
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When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
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This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
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America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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The hands of the clock were reaching high
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
Is table talk in hell.
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I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
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Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
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The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim:
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Ode To A Poet
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Hey poet!
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Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
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Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring
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On Mrs. W-----'s Voyage to England.

I.
WHILE raging tempests shake the shore,
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'Oh sweet breath of eternal life
Dance ever `pon her silent breast
Released from pain and worldly strife
The one I love is laid to rest'
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Your journey begins on 18th or 19th day
After fertilization of eggs
You are the first organ to be formed
And function to beat and pump blood
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1

Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
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Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !
We shall have a deadly storm.
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LEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.
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No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
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I love my love
As love should love
But you never love
As my love should love me.
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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Now
Let's look for birds!
The tall iron branches
in the forest,
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MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
   May I sing to thee
As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
   Or may I woo thee
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The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
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The artichoke
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a warrior,
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Dire one and desired one,
Savior, sentencer--

In an old allegory you would carry
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Ever been kidnapped
by a poet
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O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
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The street
filled with tomatoes
midday,
summer,
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Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
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We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
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Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,
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"Vocat aestus in umbram"
Nemesianus Es. IV.

E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre
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ONE morn before me were three figures seen,
I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp'd serene,
In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
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'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dy'd
The azure flow'rs that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclin'd,
Gazed on the lake below.
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In serene guise a celestial beauty
You profess principle of equality.
Embodiment of benevolence,
At times you are cruelty's essence.
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Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;
Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood
Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast.
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Daughter of Heav'n, relentless pow'r,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,
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Tajmahal
(My Cleopatra)

Citadel of love is empty,
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America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
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☺ .
Ode To Cheese,
Which Makes Us Smile,
When Camera's go Clack.
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We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
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Who gave thee, O Beauty!
The keys of this breast,
Too credulous lover
Of blest and unblest?
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1.
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
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I

What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
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STERN Daughter of the Voice of God!
O Duty! if that name thou love,
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring and reprove;
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I

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King,
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Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watry glade,
Where grateful ScienceÊ still adores
Her Henry'sÊ holy shade;
And yeÊ that from the stately brow
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To be a childhood star
Knowing you've surpassed the bar
To see the moon beyond the sky
Totally sober and not high
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For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start--
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I got a chance to meet You
in the feel of a moment
gripped in the crystalline abstraction
of a diamond bonding…
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Your Stanzas are like your eyes that melts my heart
Your Lines are like your smile that softens my inner being
Your Themes are like your unique gestures that make me fall with you
You Titles are like your special message that deepens to know you more
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All The Belongings
The Precious Stones
The Costly Jewelleries
The Favorite Car, Houses
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O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour
Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ;
But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever
Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power
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LA DIVINA COMMEDIA di Dante Alighieri INFERNO


Inferno: Canto I
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DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
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Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire drunken we are ent’ring
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I.
How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
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Poetess Rose Marie Juan Austin
Is a beautiful Poetess,
Radiant, bright, attractive,
Like the delightful red Rose!
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WHILE from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
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Columbia, fair queen in your glory!
Columbia, the pride of the earth!
We crown you with song- wreath and story;
We honour the day of your birth!
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Aye, but she?
Your other sister and my other soul
Grave Silence, lovelier
Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her?
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Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
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[I.]
Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise,
Thy sully'd Habitation leave,
To Dust no longer cleave,
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Where dost thou careless lie,
Buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge that sleeps doth die;
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Supposed to have been written under the Ruins of
Rufus's Castle, among the remains of the ancient
Church on the Isle of Portland.
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It lieth low near merry England's heart
Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen
Forget that in its death their sires had part.
And, like a sin, Time lays it bare again
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Queen of every moving measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music; why thy powers employ
Only for the sons of joy?
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I made a paper Valentine
all red and edged with lace.
And on my paper Valentine,
I drew a pretty face.
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The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
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"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
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Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh:
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I.
THOU who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
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I

O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie,
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The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
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Sylvia Frances Chan,
A fine, refined poetess,
Sweet and charming,
A lady of many talents
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Let me not play tuneless in today's time,
Some purists sure get praised as Gandhian,
Yet, crass nevertheless is no more crime,
Old values are hailed may be in heaven.
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(Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar)


There's a little red-faced man,
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Our muse it doth refuse to sing
Of cheese made early in the spring,
When cows give milk from spring fodder
You cannot make a good cheddar.
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1.
In thy western halls of gold
When thou sittest in thy state,
Bards, that erst sublimely told
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Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster

I
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I don't believe in age.
All old people
carry
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Lift me up to the sky by the notes
Oh, flute by your captivating melodious tunes

Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
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Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute
of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New York, January 18th, 1941.

Great Muse, that from this hall absent for long
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Inscribed to W.H. Channing


Though loath to grieve
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While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
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WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew,
And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray;
Where o'er the woodlands, vivid light'nings flew,
Cleft the strong oak, and scorch'd the blossom'd spray;
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I will not try the reach again,
I will not set my sail alone,
To moor a boat bereft of men
At Yarnton's tiny docks of stone.
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WAS it light that spake from the darkness,
or music that shone from the word,
When the night was enkindled with sound
of the sun or the first-born bird?
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Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life,
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The forward youth that would appear
Must now forsake his Muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing
His numbers languishing.
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Finally, she has found her home,

a most beautiful, gigantic paradise-alike dome
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