Strength poems
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Lynton Verses
© Edward Thomas
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
Beaver Brook
© James Russell Lowell
Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill,
And, minuting the long day's loss,
The cedar's shadow, slow and still,
Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.
A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura
© Czeslaw Milosz
The garden of Nature opens.
The grass at the threshold is green.
And an almond tree begins to bloom.
Gotham - Book II
© Charles Churchill
How much mistaken are the men who think
That all who will, without restraint may drink,
Epithalamium
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun?
Come along!
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Deep lies the snow, and neither the sun nor the rain can dissolve
it;
Boreas hardens it still, makes it forever remain.
On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey
© Francis Beaumont
MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Porphyrion
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.
The Conquerors Grave
© William Cullen Bryant
WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
And yet the monument proclaims it not,
The Warrior's Return
© Amelia Opie
Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land,
And a blood-tinctured falchion he bore;
But such precious blood as now darkened his sword
Had never distained it before.
Marmion: Canto V. - The Court
© Sir Walter Scott
Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone;
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
The Poet
© Padraic Colum
"THE blackbird's in the briar,
The seagull's on the ground-
They are nests, and they're more than nests," he said,
"They are tokens I have found.
Illa Creek
© Henry Kendall
A strong sea-wind flies up and sings
Across the blown-wet border,
Whose stormy echo runs and rings
Like bells in wild disorder.
Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well
© William Langland
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I aboute
Al in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;
Uriconium An Ode
© Wilfred Owen
It lieth low near merry England's heart
Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen
A Good-Bye
© Edith Nesbit
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls
Its leaden clouds between our parted souls!
How little to each other now are we--
And once how much I dreamed we two might be!
I, who now stand with eyes undimmed and dry
To say good-bye--
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford
© George Crabbe
"No charms she now can boast,"--'tis true,
But other charmers wither too:
Glenfinlas; or, Lord Ronald's Coronach
© Sir Walter Scott
"O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!"
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!" -
On The Death Of Prince Meshchersky
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!
Your dreadful call distresses me,
