Fate Poems
Constantinople
by Lady Mary Wortle Montagu
Written January 1718 in the Chiosk at Pera, overlooking Constantinople
Give me Great God (said I) a Little Farm
in Summer shady, & in Winter warm
where a cool spring gives birth to a clear brook
by Nature slideing down a mossy Rock
Not artfully in Leaden Pipes convey'd
Or greatly falling in a forc'd Cascade
Pure & unsully'd winding throu' ye Shade.
All bounteous Heaven has added to my Praier
a softer Climate and a purer Air.
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The Rape Of The Lock: Canto 3
by Alexander Pope
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a structure of majestic frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom
Of foreign tyrants and of nymphs at home;
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;
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The Statue And The Bust
by Robert Browning
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well,
And a statue watches it from the square,
And this story of both do our townsmen tell.
Ages ago, a lady there,
At the farthest window facing the East,
Asked, "Who rides by with the royal air?"
The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased;
She leaned forth, one on either hand;
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The Bullfinch
by Gavrila Romano Derzhavin
Why do you strike up songs military
Fife-like, o, bullfinch, my friend?
Who'll take the lead in our fight with Hell's forces?
Who will command us? What Hercules?
Where is Suvorov, strong, swift and fearless?
Now Northern thunder lies dead in the grave.
Who will ride fiery, ahead of the legions,
Nag for a steed, and crusts for meal,
Temper his sword in the heat and in ice storms,
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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Turtle Crawl
by Zachary Liam
Tide of the midnight ocean soon to peak.
The turtles crawl to the moon their souls seek.
Across the golden front they go to war,
A kindness to those who don’t reach the shore.
Comfort sought in the chaos of clashing waves.
No tombstones beside their premature graves.
Who bears the burden for those who are cursed?
How about fate like music well rehearsed?
One turtle reaches the shoreline with grace,
One is cursed with thoughts it can not erase.
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ROBBER OF EVERY SOUL
by Richie Kharis
Oh, black man of the night
Robber of every soul
destroyer of the strongest heart
Melter of the most beautiful eyes
Why do you make us wail in hate?
Why become our unpredictable fate?
Why take away our voice?
Why make us feel like we don’t have a choice
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Vienna
by Rachel G
how could we know
we’d get on so
that morning in Vienna
a cocktail bar
and shining stars
we shared a cab
now here we are
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The Great War
by Camron Thompson
Where does my role lay in the universe?
Am I a spec of dust or the collapse of it
The stones are in place or they lay loose
A war of fate fighting volatility
None of us knows who wears the crown
Knowledge is that both cannot be true
Am I a living creature that can make decisions
That impact every event after such
Which I am held liable for all that occurs
Or do we float on a rock destined to crumble
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Star Light
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It came in the blackness of midnight,
A beam in the darkness, glowing white,
And soared to space, above the crowd,
Where scintillating gleam is allowed!
His torch lit the way for many others,
Pursuing his footsteps through the years,
And altered extremely, so much of fate,
So that for destiny they weren't late.
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George Gordon Byron (13 poems about Fate)
Lord Byron] (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England -
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