Strength poems
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Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - September
© George MacDonald
1.
WE are a shadow and a shining, we!
The Contest
© Lesbia Harford
Our palm designed to grow
In deserts, sent roots seeking far and wide
Channels where waters flow.
And in the city found
Behram And Eddetma
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;
But on the seventh, casting stupor off,
Rose, and the straitness of the case that held
Him as with manacles of knitted fire,
Considered, and decided on a way....
Humanities Lecture
© William Stafford
Aristotle was a little man with
eyes like a lizard, and he found a streak
down the midst of things, a smooth place for his feet
much more important than the carved handles
on the coffins of the great.
Reynard The Fox - Part 2
© John Masefield
Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.
Olney Hymn 4: Jehovah-Nissi: The Lord My Banner
© William Cowper
By whom was David taught
To aim the deadly blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
Nor sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
"I hoped, that with the brave and strong..."
© Anne Brontë
I hoped, that with the brave and strong,
My portioned task might lie;
To toil amid the busy throng,
With purpose pure and high.
The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And
© George Crabbe
Govenors
AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,
Parisina
© George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
Ode
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.
THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may dwell,
With discord, or ethereal music fraught,
One the loud mart wherein men buy and sell
Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,
And whiter than the mist that all day long
Had held the field of battle was the King:
The Hive At Gettysburg
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame,
So terrible alive,
Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, became
The wandering wild bees' hive;
Into The World
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Out over childhood's borders,
Manhood's brave banners unfurled,
Weighed down with precepts and orders
A boy has gone into the world.
Carvalhos
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Earth, I love thee well;
And well dost thou requite me.
I have no tongue to tell
How this day thou hast thrilled
With wonder, to delight me,
My heart, intensely stilled.
"Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim"
© Thomas Hood
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,
What I Have Seen #4
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,
Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;
My Savior, On The Word Of Truth
© Anna Laetitia Waring
My Savior, on the word of truth
In earnest hope I live;
Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O SHIP that bears him to his native shore,
Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves,
Bring safe our poet with his garnered sheaves
Of Life's ripe autumn poesy and lore!
The Troubadour Of Trebizend
© Madison Julius Cawein
NIGHT, they say, is no man's friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
