Courage poems

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Ionicus

© Sir Henry Newbolt

With failing feet and shoulders bowed
Beneath the weight of happier days,
He lagged among the heedless crowd,
Or crept along suburban ways.

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I Sleep a Lot

© Czeslaw Milosz

When I couldn't do without alcohol, I drove myself on alcohol,
When I couldn't do without cigarettes and coffee, I drove myself
On cigarettes and coffee.
I was courageous. Industrious. Nearly a model of virtue.
But that is good for nothing.

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Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark )

© Lewis Carroll

But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.

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Hiawathas' photographing ( Part II )

© Lewis Carroll

Grand, heroic was the notion:
Yet the picture failed entirely:
Failed, because he moved a little,
Moved, because he couldn't help it.

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Fit the First: ( Hunting of the Snark )

© Lewis Carroll

The crew was complete: it included a Boots--
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods--
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes--
And a Broker, to value their goods.

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Hiawatha's Photographing (complete)

© Lewis Carroll

From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;

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Laodamia

© André Breton

"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlorn
Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:
Celestial pity I again implore;—
Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!"

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from The Seasons: Spring

© James Thomson

 As rising from the vegetable World


My Theme ascends, with equal Wing ascend,

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To Wordsworth

© Victor Séjour

There is a strain to read among the hills,
 The old and full of voices — by the source
Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills
 The solitude with sound; for in its course
Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part
Of those high scences, a fountain from the heart.

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The Loneliness of the Military Historian

© Margaret Atwood

But it’s no use asking me for a final statement.
As I say, I deal in tactics.
Also statistics:
for every year of peace there have been four hundred
years of war.

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The Disabled Debauchee

© John Wilmot

As some brave admiral, in former war
 Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,
Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
 Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;

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Paradise Lost: Book I

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair.
And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer:

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Advice to a Prophet

© Lola Ridge

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city, 
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,

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Canto LXXXI

© Ezra Pound

Zeus lies in Ceres’ bosom

Taishan is attended of loves

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from The Sleepers

© Walt Whitman

I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea,
His brown hair lies close and even to his head, he strikes out with courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs,
I see his white body, I see his undaunted eyes,
I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on the rocks.

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To the Swimmer

© Countee Cullen

Now as I watch you, strong of arm and endurance, battling and struggling
With the waves that rush against you, ever with invincible strength returning
Into my heart, grown each day more tranquil and peaceful, comes a fierce longing
Of mind and soul that will not be appeased until, like you, I breast yon deep and boundless expanse of blue.

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Satire III

© John Donne

Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids

Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;

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Upon the Hill and Grove at Bilbrough

© Andrew Marvell

TO THE LORD FAIRFAX


See how the archèd earth does here

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Beowulf (modern English translation)

© Pierre Reverdy

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings

of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,

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House: Some Instructions

© Grace Paley

If you have a house
you must think about it all the time 
as you reside in the house so
it must be a home in your mind