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by Friedrich von Schiller

The Difficult Union

 Why are taste and genius so seldom met with united?
Taste of strength is afraid,--genius despises the rein.

by Omar Khayyam

O Thou who givest sight to emmet's eyes,

O Thou who givest sight to emmet's eyes,
And strength to puny limbs of feeble flies,
To Thee we will ascribe Almighty power,
And not base, unbecoming qualities.

by Omar Khayyam

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!
My soul within and spirit are of Thee!
My being is of Thee, and Thou art mine,
And I am Thine, since I am lost in Thee!

by Robert Burns

502. Lines to John Syme Esq. with a dozen of Porter

 O HAD the malt thy strength of mind,
 Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
’Twere drink for first of human kind,
 A gift that e’en for Syme were fit.

by Omar Khayyam

Heaven's wheel has made full many a heart to moan,

Heaven's wheel has made full many a heart to moan,
And many a budding rose to earth has thrown;
Plume thee not on thy youth and lusty strength,
Full many a bud is blasted ere 'tis blown.

by Emily Dickinson

There is strength in proving that it can be borne

 There is strength in proving that it can be borne
Although it tear --
What are the sinews of such cordage for
Except to bear
The ship might be of satin had it not to fight --
To walk on seas requires cedar Feet

by Emily Dickinson

Not to discover weakness is

 Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness

Of faith of others in itself
As Pyramidal Nerve
Behind the most unconscious clock
What skilful Pointers move --

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Oak

 Live thy life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Then; and then
Soberer hued
Gold again.
All his leaves Fall'n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough, Naked strength.

by Walt Whitman

Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me.

 NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; 
But the lovers I recklessly love—lo! how they master me! 
Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength! 
Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.

by Emily Dickinson

Which misses most

 Which misses most,
The hand that tends,
Or heart so gently borne,
'Tis twice as heavy as it was
Because the hand is gone?

Which blesses most,
The lip that can,
Or that that went to sleep

With "if I could" endeavoring
Without the strength to shape?

by Paul Laurence Dunbar


Like sea-washed sand upon the shore,
So fine and clean the tale,
So clear and bright I almost see,
The flashing of a sail.
The tang of salt is in its veins,
The freshness of the spray
God give you love and lore and strength,
To give us such alway.

by Vachel Lindsay

The Strength of the Lonely

 (What the Mendicant Said )

The moon's a monk, unmated, 
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men Who all life's flames defy.
They turn to stars or shadows, They go like snow or dew— Leaving behind no sorrow— Only the arching blue.

by Omar Khayyam

As for me, without limpid wine I cannot live; my body

As for me, without limpid wine I cannot live; my body
is a burden which I cannot carry without drinking of the
juice of the vine. Oh! might I be the slave of that
delicious moment when the cupbearer said to me: Another
cup! and that I had no longer strength to take it!

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Interior Portrait

 You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present is the ardent detour that a slow tenderness traces in my blood.
I do not need to see you appear; being born sufficed for me to lose you a little less.

by Vachel Lindsay

The Sun Says His Prayers

 "The sun says his prayers," said the fairy,
Or else he would wither and die.
"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy, "For strength to climb up through the sky.
He leans on invisible angels, And Faith is his prop and his rod.
The sky is his crystal cathedral.
And dawn is his altar to God.

by A E Housman

Eight OClock

 He stood, and heard the steeple 
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.

by Laurence Binyon

Invocation to Youth

 COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! 
 Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew 
Freshness to feel the eternities around it, 
 Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.
The strong sun shines above thee: That strength, that radiance bring! If Winter come to Winter, When shall men hope for Spring?

by The Bible

Philippians 4: 13

I have strength for all things
Through Christ who empowers me,
I'm ready for anything that comes my way
Even what I may not foresee
For it is Christ who infuses me
Strengthening me in His might
And I am sufficient in His sufficiency
With the power of Christ inside.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.

by William Blake

The Fly

 Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing; Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life And strength & breath; And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.

by Hafez

O what availeth thee thy melting mood

O what availeth thee thy melting mood,
Thine ecstasy
When once again thy thralldoms o’er thee brood:

& what doth profit thee thy courage high,
& strength so fain;
So soon agen thy coward heart shall fly?

For more & stronger strife our strength shall strain,
Though hope’s best good
Be but this hope: to strive, & strive again.

by Dorothea Mackeller


 This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.
And this all we can do To use our little light Before, in the piercing wind, It flickers into night: To yield the heat of the flame, To grudge not, but to give Whatever we have of strength, That one more flame may live.

by William Butler Yeats


 Ah, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,' I said, 'Such a delicate high head, All that sternness amid charm, All that sweetness amid strength?' Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had touched her form.

by Omar Khayyam

Wine should be drunk in the company of slender creatures

Wine should be drunk in the company of slender creatures
who ravish the heart with the color of their cheeks.
Art thou bitten by the serpent of grief, friend—drink, then,
of this antidote. I myself drink of it and plume myself
on the strength of it; would that it might be propitious!
If you drink it not, why not be willing that I should?
Go, eat some earth.

by The Bible

Proverbs 18:10

The name of the Lord
Is such a strong tower,
No evil can conquer it
Nor rob it of its power
And all of the righteous
Find refuge in its strength
And safety from the enemy
From the fiery darts he sends
For His name is so mighty
No other is the same
A strong and mighty fortress,
Forever shall remain.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.

by Dimitris P Kraniotis

To the dead poet of obscurity

 (In honor of the dead unpublished poet)

Well done!
You have won!
You should not feel sorry.
Your unpublished poems -always remember- have not been buried, haven’t bent under the strength of time.
Like gold inside the soil they remain, they never melt.
They may be late but they will be given to their people someday, to offer their sweet, eternal essence.