Courage poems

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Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders

© William Wordsworth

"WHO but hails the sight with pleasure
When the wings of genius rise,
Their ability to measure
  With great enterprise;

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Giacinta

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Giacinta sat upon the garden wall
Among the autumn lilies, and let fall
Their crimson petals on her lover's head,
And laughed because her little hands were red.
She was the fairest child of Italy,
And it was well the lilies thus should die.

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Young Kings and Old

© Henry Lawson

The young man strives to determine which are the truths or lies,
And the old man preaches his sermon—and he takes to his bed and dies;
And the parson is there, and the nurse is (or the bread is there and the wine)—
And the son of the minister curses as he dies in the firing line.

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The Fate of the Explorers (A Fragment)

© Henry Kendall

Through that night he uttered little, rambling were the words he spoke:
And he turned and died in silence, when the tardy morning broke.
Many memories come together whilst in sight of death we dwell,
Much of sweet and sad reflection through the weary mind must well.
As those long hours glided past him, till the east with light was fraught,
Who may know the mournful secret — who can tell us what he thought?

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The Dance To Death. Act V

© Emma Lazarus


LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky?  My heart is sick.

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The Gold Star

© Edgar Albert Guest

The star upon their service flag has changed to gleaming gold;
It speaks no more of hope and life, as once it did of old,
But splendidly it glistens now for every eye to see
And softly whispers: "Here lived one who died for liberty.

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By Rugged Ways

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

By rugged ways and thro' the night

  We struggle blindly toward the light;

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The November Pansy

© Duncan Campbell Scott

This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagem

Thou hast been ambushed in the chilly air;

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The Sack Of Baltimore

© Thomas Osborne Davis

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The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles--

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Apparuit

© Ezra Pound

Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
caught at the wonder.

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Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  She, at that,
Looked blindly in his face, as when one looks
Through driving autumn-rains to find the sky.
He went on speaking.

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Columbus Park by Anne Pierson Wiese: American Life in Poetry #130 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200

© Ted Kooser

A number of American poets are adept at describing places and the people who inhabit them. Galway Kinnell's great poem, “The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ into the New Worldâ€? is one of those masterpieces, and there are many others. Here Anne Pierson Wiese, winner of the Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets, adds to that tradition.


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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

‘Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

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To The Christian Reader

© Michael Wigglesworth

Reader, I am a fool;

And have adventured

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A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,

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Sordello: Book the Second

© Robert Browning


  What next? The curtains see
Dividing! She is there; and presently
He will be there-the proper You, at length-
In your own cherished dress of grace and strength:
Most like, the very Boniface!

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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II

© Samuel Butler

Next him his Son and Heir Apparent
Succeeded, though a lame vicegerent;
Who first laid by the Parliament,
The only crutch on which he leant;
And then sunk underneath the State,
That rode him above horseman's weight.

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.

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The Kings Prophecie

© Joseph Hall

What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?