Strength poems
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Lines Written On Leaving Belvoir Castle In 1842
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lordly hill
Firm be thy seat and proud thy station still,
The Over-Song Of Niagara
© John Daniel Logan
WHY stand ye, nurslings of Earth, before my gates,
Mouthing aloud my glory and my thrall?
St. Ame
© Augusta Davies Webster
A SUNNY glade below the bridge;
Clear shadows branching through a stream;
The Old Year
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O good old Year! this night's your last.
And must you go? With you I've passed
Some days that bear revision.
For these I'd thank you, ere you make
Fatigue
© Amy Lowell
Give me dreamless sleep, and loose night's power over me,
Shut my ears to sounds only tumultuous then,
Bid Fancy slumber, and steal away its potency,
Or Nature wakes and strives to live again.
Pax Britannica
© Alfred Austin
Behind her rolling ramparts England lay,
Impregnable, and girt by cliff-built towers,
Weaving to peace and plenty, day by day,
The long-drawn hours.
A Story Of Doom: Book IV.
© Jean Ingelow
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,
The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
I
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
Stuart
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"
By the camp-fire's ruddy light;
Let us drink to a spirit as leal and true
As ever drew blade in fight,
And dashed on the foeman's lines of steel,
For God and his people's right.
The Cattle-Dog's Death
© Henry Lawson
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,
And the march was heavy on man and brute;
For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land,
And the white heat danced on the glowing sand.
Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
Tale II
© George Crabbe
frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with
Three Day's Ride
© Stephen Vincent Benet
"FROM Belton Castle to Solway side,
Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride."
England
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
While men pay reverence to mighty things,
They must revere thee, thou blue-cinctured isle
The Regiment of Princes
© Thomas Hoccleve
Musynge upon the restlees bysynesse
Which that this troubly world hath ay on honde,
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue
© John Kenyon
Ye, thus who write in spite of critic law,
How had their satire kept your freaks in awe!
And, to sole sway controlling her pretence,
Bound Fancy down to compromise with Sense!
The "Coming Man"
© Anonymous
A pair of very chubby legs
Encased in scarlet hose;
A pair of little stubby boots
With rather doubtful toes;
