Courage poems

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Les Deux Pigeons

© Jean de La Fontaine

Deux pigeons s'aimoient d'amour tendre

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The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York

© Samuel Daniel

The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course

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Watercolour for Negro Expatriates in France

© Clarke George Elliott

What are calendars to you?And, indeed, what are atlases? Time is cool jazz in Bretagne,you, hidden in berets or eccentric scarves,somewhere over the rainbow

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A Leak in the Dike

© Cary Phoebe

The good dame looked from her cottage At the close of the pleasant day,And cheerily called to her little son Outside the door at play:"Come, Peter, come! I want you to go, While there is light to see,To the hut of the blind old man who lives Across the dike, for me;And take these cakes I made for him-- They are hot and smoking yet;You have time enough to go and come Before the sun is set

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The Testament of Beauty

© Robert Seymour Bridges

from Book I, Introduction

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Fogarty's Gin

© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,And a message: "Come out to the back of the run--Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!Ride hard and fail not! there's the devil to pay:For the men from Monkyra have mustered the run--Cows and calves, calves of ours, without ever a brand,Fifty head, if there's one, on the camp there they stand

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The Mockery of Life

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

God! What a mockery is this life of ours!Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,Most like an excrement, and weeping showersOf senseless tears: unreasoning, naked, dumb,The symbol of all weakness and the sum:Our very life a sufferance

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Courage

© Benson Arthur Christopher

I have been brave in my way, Though men did not call me brave;They deem that I creep away, If ever a pennon waveOver the flashing fray.

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Notes towards a Poem that can never be Written

© Margaret Atwood

This is the placeyou would rather not know about,this is the place that will inhabit you,this is the place you cannot imagine,this is the place that will finally defeat you

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Stay with Me, God

© Anonymous

Stay with me, God. The night is dark,The night is cold: my little sparkOf courage dies. The night is long;Be with me, God, and make me strong.

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The Old Man's Wish

© Anonymous

If I live to be old, for I find I go down,Let this be my fate: In a country townMay I have a warm house, with a stone at the gate,And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate

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Beowulf

© Anonymous

Hwæt

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The Campaign

© Joseph Addison

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign

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The Burning Of The Leaves

© Robert Laurence Binyon

The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.

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Tipperary

© Thomas Osborne Davis

Let Britain boast her British hosts,
  About them all right little care we;
Not British seas nor British coasts
  Can match the Man of Tipperary!

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The Stricken Hart

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The stricken hart had fled the brake,
His courage spent for life's dear sake.
He came to die beside the lake.

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The Battle Of The Nile

© William Lisle Bowles

Shout! for the Lord hath triumphed gloriously!

  Upon the shores of that renowned land,

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Andrew Jackson

© Julia A Moore

On the life of Andrew Jackson,

 Now dear people I will write,

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Somebody Else

© Edgar Albert Guest


Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear;

Somebody wants a new dress;

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The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 1456)

© Stephen Hawes

The seconde parte of crafty rethoryke
Maye well be called dysposycyon
822 That doth so hyghe mater aromatytyke
823 Adowne dystyll / by consolacyon