@daily-poetry
Occasionally topical, usually not-but-whatever-my-brain-latches-onto, snippets of poetry (with the occasional song lyric/blank verse thrown in) short enough to fit in a tweet. Note the air quotes around 'Daily'. Curated by @doremus-schafer.bsky.social
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
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Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
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Ni, som solat i höghet och prakt er,
bort det, att jag bannar er, jag!
Vem i helvete skulle väl sagt er:
»Ni skall svara för strecken en dag?»
När i sekler man vetat och känt sig
i hägn av sin börds majestät:
att gud fader i sömnen har vänt sig,
vem fan kunde tänka sig det?
But if they tear the Charter, let the tocsin speak for me!
Let the wooden sign above your shop be prouder to be scarred
Than the lion-shield of Lancelot that hung at Joyous Garde.
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But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
It was our fault, and our very great fault—and now we must turn it to use.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_l...
Calamity about him cries
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And MISTER MARTIN TUPPER sent the following reply to me:--
"A fool is bent upon a twig, but wise men dread a bandit."
Which I think must have been clever, for I didn't understand it.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.