Iambic pentameter Poems
Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears"
by William Shakespeare
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-
For Brutus is an honourable man;
......
His Love Is Never Far
by No Name
Despondent from the hurtful things she said,
The words of anger ringing in my head.
Upon my bed I cry and pray to You,
And often wonder if Your word is true.
But who am I to doubt Your tender love,
When You have shown me mercies from above?
The God Who made the world, the sky and sea
Sees me for who I am, and still loves me.
Almighty One who calls the stars by name
......
The Miller's Tale
by Geoffrey Chaucer
In Oxford there once lived a rich old lout
Who had some guest rooms that he rented out,
And carpentry was this old fellow's trade.
A poor young scholar boarded who had made
His studies in the liberal arts, but he
Had turned his fancy to astrology
And knew the way, by certain propositions,
To answer well when asked about conditions,
Such as when men would ask in certain hours
If they should be expecting drought or showers,
......
His Love Is Never Far
by No Name
Despondent from the hurtful things she said,
The words of anger ringing in my head.
Upon my bed I cry and pray to You,
And often wonder if Your word is true.
But who am I to doubt Your tender love,
When You have shown me mercies from above?
The God Who made the world, the sky and sea
Sees me for who I am, and still loves me.
Almighty One who calls the stars by name
......
Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears"
by William Shakespeare
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-
For Brutus is an honourable man;
......
The Miller's Tale
by Geoffrey Chaucer
In Oxford there once lived a rich old lout
Who had some guest rooms that he rented out,
And carpentry was this old fellow's trade.
A poor young scholar boarded who had made
His studies in the liberal arts, but he
Had turned his fancy to astrology
And knew the way, by certain propositions,
To answer well when asked about conditions,
Such as when men would ask in certain hours
If they should be expecting drought or showers,
......
