Strength poems

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Charleston

© Henry Timrod

Calm as that second summer which precedes
The first fall of the snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,
The City bides the foe.

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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Elsie._ Here are flowers for you,
But they are not all for you.
Some of them are for the Virgin
And for Saint Cecilia.

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Der Freischutz

© Madison Julius Cawein

He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,

  Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;

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My Spouse Nancy

© Robert Burns

"Husband, husband, cease your strife,

Nor longer idly rave, Sir;

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Blood And The Moon

© William Butler Yeats

BLESSED be this place,

More blessed still this tower;

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From the Forests

© Henry Kendall

Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell
The torrent voice rings strong
And clear, above a star-bright well,
I write this woodland song.

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Sonnet XVIII. The Fireside.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

WITH what a live intelligence the flame
Glows and leaps up in spires of flickering red,
And turns the coal just now so dull and dead
To a companion — not like those who came

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Health, An Eclogue

© Thomas Parnell

Now early Shepherds o'er the Meadow pass,
And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass;
The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand,
By turns obsequious to the Milker's Hand.

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To His Sister Paolina,

© Giacomo Leopardi

ON HER APPROACHING MARRIAGE.


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Epilogue

© Paul Verlaine

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The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
Enfolds us with a sister's tenderness.

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The Faithful Guardian

© Caroline Norton

Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone,
Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:--
And, in the cradle's shadow, lies a stately-looking hound,
His fine limbs full of strength and grace, couched humbly on the ground:

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Book Of Parables - From Heaven There Fell Upon The Foaming Wave

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

But God, its modest boldness to reward,
Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.
Its form the mussel captive took,

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Georgic 3

© Publius Vergilius Maro

Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,

Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,

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The Island: Canto III.

© George Gordon Byron

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The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,

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Two Riddles. -- 1710

© Matthew Prior

Sphinx was a monster that would eat
Whatever stranger she could get,
Unless his ready wit disclosed
The subtile riddle she proposed.

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A Reading Of Life--The Test Of Manhood

© George Meredith

That quiet dawn was Reverence; whereof sprang
Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide.
Another sun had risen to clasp his bride:
It was another earth unto him sang.

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In Memoriam

© Ada Cambridge

Life-length of days-the time to work and strive
 In his Lord's vineyard; to bring heavenly light
Into the drear, dark places of the earth,
 And make them fair and fruitful in His sight.

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America

© William Cullen Bryant

OH mother of a mighty race,
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames, thy haughty peers,
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
  With words of shame  
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.

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Sonnett - IX

© James Russell Lowell

My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die;

Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,

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On Lending a Punch-Bowl

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times,
Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas times;
They were a free and jovial race, but honest, brave, and true,
Who dipped their ladle in the punch when this old bowl was new.