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In The Round Tower At Jhansi

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;
Not a hope in the world remained:
The swarming howling wretches below
Gained and gained and gained.

The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts)

© Samuel Johnson

45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

Sordello: Book the Third

© Robert Browning

Whereat he rose.
The level wind carried above the firs
Clouds, the irrevocable travellers,
Onward.

just as the dusk comes hooting
down through the shivering black leaves
of the swinging trees we (the brave ones
swaggering like marshalls through a lynch-mob)
crash-bang our way to the door
of the so-called haunted house

Paradise Lost : Book II.

© John Milton

High on a throne of royal state, which far

Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,

The Grave

© Robert Blair

While some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying through life;the task be mine,

The Quality of Courage

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Was it not better so to lie?
The fight was done. Even gods tire
Of fighting. . . . My way was the wrong.
Now I should drift and drift along
To endless quiet, golden peace . . .
And let the tortured body cease.

We Need A Few More Optimists

© Edgar Albert Guest

We need a few more optimists,

The kind that double up their fists

The Givers Of Life

© Bliss William Carman

I.
WHO called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life,
Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the field of strife?
Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of viewless things,

Apologia Pro Poemate Meo

© Wilfred Owen

I, too, saw God through mud --
The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled.
War brought more glory to their eyes than blood,
And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

How Many Demands...

© Anna Akhmatova

How many demands the beloved can make!
The woman discarded, none.
How glad I am that today the water
Under the colorless ice is motionless.

The Tempters

© Edgar Albert Guest

EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing,

For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot;

Courage

© Celia Thaxter

Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond
Its tumult and its strife;

Goliath Of Gath

SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,
Inspire my song, and aid my high design.
The dreadful scenes and toils of war I write,
The ardent warriors, and the fields of fight:

The Song Of The Widow

That was not his fault nor mine
since both of us had nothing but patience;
but death has none.
I saw him coming (how rotten he looked),
and I watched him as he took and took:
and nothing was mine.