Strength poems
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One O'Clock in the Morning
© Charles Baudelaire
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.
At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.
On Planting A Tree At Inveraray
© James Russell Lowell
Who does his duty is a question
Too complex to be solved by me,
But he, I venture the suggestion,
Does part of his that plants a tree.
To Papa
© Louisa May Alcott
In high Olympus' sacred shade
A gift Minerva wrought
For her beloved philosopher
Immersed in deepest thought.
My Friend
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When first I looked upon the face of Pain
I shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foe
Who stands with dagger poised, as for a blow.
I was in search of Pleasure and of Gain;
The Promise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What wonder of what hope do you enfold,
Whose eyes are all filled with futurity?
What shape of more than beauty would you mould
With desire's strength out of the dim to--be?
A Friend
© Edgar Albert Guest
A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.
HOW many of the body's health complain,
© Jones Very
HOW many of the body's health complain,
When they some deeper malady conceal;
The Song of the Tempest
© Sir Walter Scott
Stern eagle of the far north-west,
Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt,
The Factories
© Margaret Widdemer
I have shut my little sister in from life and light
(For a rose, for a ribbon, for a wreath across my hair),
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And still the music sounded near and near,
Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way,
Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer,
But gathering strength and volume with delay,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book X - Karna-Badha - (Fall Of Karna)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
After the death of Karna, Salya led the Kuru troops on the eighteenth
and last day of the war, and fell. A midnight slaughter in the Pandav
camp, perpetrated by the vengeful son of Drona, concludes the war.
Duryodhan, left wounded by Bhima, heard of the slaughter and died
happy.
The Parsonage Improved
© Henry James Pye
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide
In slow meanders thro' the winding vale,
White Night
© Anna Akhmatova
That life is a cursed hell:
I've got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you'd come back.
Pheidippides
© Robert Browning
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,
Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
© Henry Francis Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Alison Gross
© Andrew Lang
O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow'r,
The ugliest witch in the north countrie,
She trysted me ae day up till her bow'r,
And mony fair speeches she made to me.
To England
© Alfred Austin
Men deemed thee fallen, did they? fallen like Rome,
Coiled into self to foil a Vandal throng:
The Giants Ring
© Robinson Jeffers
BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST
Whoever is able will pursue the plainly
