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Strength | Short Famous Poems and Poets

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 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 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 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 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 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 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.

by Emily Dickinson

Savior! Ive no one else to tell

 Savior! I've no one else to tell --
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so -- Dost thou remember me? Nor, for myself, I came so far -- That were the little load -- I brought thee the imperial Heart I had not strength to hold -- The Heart I carried in my own -- Till mine too heavy grew -- Yet -- strangest -- heavier since it went -- Is it too large for you?

by Paul Laurence Dunbar


 He was a poet who wrote clever verses, 
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; 
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him 
Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.
He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening, As pretty a maiden as ever man faced, And there he confirmed the old man's accusation By letting the strength of his arm go to waist.

by Robert Herrick


 Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be A resurrection unto ye; And to all flowers allied in blood, Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed Claret and cream commingled; And those, her lips, do now appear As beams of coral, but more clear.

by Aleister Crowley

Thanatos Basileos

 The serpent dips his head beneath the sea
His mother, source of all his energy
Eternal, thence to draw the strength he needs
On earth to do indomitable dees
Once more; and they, who saw but understood
Naught of his nature of beatitude
Were awed: they murmured with abated breath;
Alas the Master; so he sinks in death.
But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of one same plan.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


 THE hero's noble shade stands high

On yonder turret grey;
And as the ship is sailing by,

He speeds it on his way.
"See with what strength these sinews thrill'd! This heart, how firm and wild! These bones, what knightly marrow fill'd! This cup, how bright it smil'd! "Half of my life I strove and fought, And half I calmly pass'd; And thou, oh ship with beings fraught, Sail safely to the last!" 1774.

by Emily Dickinson

A Word made Flesh is seldom

 A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength --

A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He --
"Made Flesh and dwelt among us"
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.

by Emily Dickinson

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime

 You see I cannot see -- your lifetime --
I must guess --
How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess --
How many times for my far sake
The brave eyes film --
But I guess guessing hurts --
Mine -- got so dim!

Too vague -- the face --
My own -- so patient -- covers --
Too far -- the strength --
My timidness enfolds --
Haunting the Heart --
Like her translated faces --
Teasing the want --
It -- only -- can suffice!