Louise Imogen Guiney

(1861 - 1920 / United States)

Louise Imogen Guiney Poems

1. The Vigil-At-Arms 1/3/2003
2. Valse Jeune 4/15/2010
3. Borderlands 5/26/2015
4. Tryste Noel 1/4/2003
5. The Wild Ride 1/3/2003
6. A Friend's Song For Simoisius 1/3/2003
7. Peter Rugg The Bostonian 1/3/2003
8. Irish Peasant Song 1/4/2003
9. Brook Farm 1/3/2003
10. Of Joan's Youth 1/3/2003
11. Sanctuary 4/15/2010
12. Nocturne 1/3/2003
13. The Atoning Yesterday 1/3/2003
14. A Footnote To A Famous Lyric 4/15/2010
15. Among The Flags 1/3/2003
16. Saint Florent-Le-Vieil 1/3/2003
17. In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum 1/3/2003
18. Sunday Chimes In The City 1/3/2003
19. On First Entering Westminster Abbey 1/3/2003
20. Summum Bonum 1/3/2003
21. A Seventeenth-Century Song 1/3/2003
22. Martyr’s Memorial 4/15/2010
23. Pax Paganica 4/15/2010
24. A Salutation 1/3/2003
25. Ode For A Master Mariner Ashore 4/15/2010
26. The Lights Of London 1/3/2003
27. Friendship Broken 1/3/2003
28. A Song Of The Lilac 1/3/2003
29. Open, Time 1/3/2003
30. The Kings 1/4/2003

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Best Poem of Louise Imogen Guiney

The Kings

A man said unto his Angel:
"My spirits are fallen low,
And I cannot carry this battle:
O brother! where might I go?

"The terrible Kings are on me
With spears that are deadly bright;
Against me so from the cradle
Do fate and my fathers fight."

Then said to the man his Angel:
"Thou wavering, witless soul,
Back to the ranks! What matter
To win or to lose the whole,

"As judged by the little judges
Who hearken not well, nor see?
Not thus, by the outer issue,
The Wise shall interpret thee.

"Thy will is the sovereign ...

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Summum Bonum

Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,
Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,
But as He giveth, softly to suspire
Against His gift, with no inglorious greed,
For this is joy, tho' still our joys recede;
And, as in octaves of a noble lyre,
To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher,
Sound forth our fate; for this is strength indeed.

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