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Famous Undaunted Poems by Famous Poets

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...nd a wall of fire around their much-lov’d isle.


O Thou! who pour’d the patriotic tide,
 That stream’d thro’ Wallace’s undaunted heart,
Who dar’d to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
 Or nobly die, the second glorious part:
 (The patriot’s God peculiarly thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!)
 O never, never Scotia’s realm desert;
But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard
In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!


 Note 1. Pope’s “Windsor Forest.”—R. B....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...his pow'rs that lie 
 In sempiternal night; 
And hell, and horror, and despair 
Were as the lion and the bear 
 To his undaunted might. 

 XIV 
Constant—in love to God, THE TRUTH, 
Age, manhood, infancy, and youth— 
 To Jonathan his friend 
Constant, beyond the verge of death; 
And Zilba, and Mephibosheth, 
 His endless fame attend. 

 XV 
Pleasant—various as the year; 
Man, soul, and angel, without peer, 
 Priest, champion, sage, and boy; 
In armor, or in ephod clad, 
His p...Read more of this...
by Smart, Christopher
...n into Suzee on Avenue A. Turns out she got fired
for getting me a job there in the first place. But she was completely undaunted,
she dragged me up to this wig store on 14th Street, bought me a mouse brown
shag wig, then got us both telemarketing jobs on Wall Street.

And I never went to a beauty salon again....Read more of this...
by Estep, Maggie
...ays hast thy tongue from fraud refrained; 
Thou, who so oft through storms of thundering lead 
Hast born securely thine undaunted head, 
Thy breast through poniarding conspiracies, 
Drawn from the sheath of lying prophecies; 
Thee proof behond all other force or skill, 
Our sins endanger, and shall one day kill. 

How near they failed, and in thy sudden fall 
At once assayed to overturn us all. 
Our brutish fury struggling to be free, 
Hurried thy horses while they hurried th...Read more of this...
by Marvell, Andrew
...ed 
in a Chinese city.

I, Nazim Hikmet,
authority
on this matter,
thumbing my nose at friend and foe
five times a day,
undaunted,
claim
I can prove it;
if I can't, 
I'll be ruined and banished
forever from the realm of poesy.

 1928


Part One
Excerpts from Gioconda's Diary

15 March 1924: Paris, Louvre Museum

At last I am bored with the Louvre Museum.
You can get fed up with boredom very fast.
I am fed up with my boredom.
And from the devastation inside me
 I drew this les...Read more of this...
by Hikmet, Nazim



...nd have, and hold,
And whine, and flatter, and regret,
And kiss, and couple, and beget,
By those roving eye-balls bold;
Undaunted are their courages,
Right Cossacks in their forages;
Fleeter they than any creature,
They are his steeds and not his feature,
Inquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,
Restless, predatory, hasting,—
And they pounce on other eyes,
As lions on their prey;
And round their circles is writ,
Plainer than the day,
Underneath, within, above,
Love, love, love, ...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...hand, and from his seat 
The monster moving onward came as fast 
With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode. 
Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admired-- 
Admired, not feared (God and his Son except, 
Created thing naught valued he nor shunned), 
And with disdainful look thus first began:-- 
 "Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape, 
That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance 
Thy miscreated front athwart my way 
To yonder gates? Through them I mean to pass,...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...shape how lovely; saw, and pined 
His loss; but chiefly to find here observed 
His lustre visibly impaired; yet seemed 
Undaunted. If I must contend, said he, 
Best with the best, the sender, not the sent, 
Or all at once; more glory will be won, 
Or less be lost. Thy fear, said Zephon bold, 
Will save us trial what the least can do 
Single against thee wicked, and thence weak. 
The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage; 
But, like a proud steed reined, went haughty on, 
Cham...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...and gold; 
Abdiel that sight endured not, where he stood 
Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds, 
And thus his own undaunted heart explores. 
O Heaven! that such resemblance of the Highest 
Should yet remain, where faith and realty 
Remain not: Wherefore should not strength and might 
There fail where virtue fails, or weakest prove 
Where boldest, though to fight unconquerable? 
His puissance, trusting in the Almighty's aid, 
I mean to try, whose reason I have tried 
Uns...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...oses, or utter bitterness
Shall be your wage, and nothing come to you
But stammering tongues that never can confess.
Undaunted then in answer here I cry,
'You wanton, that control the hand of him
Who masquerades as wisdom in a sky
Where holy, holy, sing the cherubim,
I will not pay one penny to your name
Though all my body crumble into shame.'
IV 	Woman, I once had whimpered at your hand,
Saying that all the wisdom that I sought
Lay in your brain, that you were as ...Read more of this...
by Drinkwater, John
...ve, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws. 

17
O joy of suffering!
To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! 
To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! 
To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! 
To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! 
To be indeed a God!

18
O, to sail to sea in a ship! 
To leave this steady, unendurable land! 
To leave the tiresome sameness of ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...even to his head—he strikes out with courageous
 arms—he
 urges himself with his legs, 
I see his white body—I see his undaunted eyes, 
I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on the rocks. 

What are you doing, you ruffianly red-trickled waves?
Will you kill the courageous giant? Will you kill him in the prime of his middle age? 

Steady and long he struggles, 
He is baffled, bang’d, bruis’d—he holds out while his strength holds out, 
The slapping ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...for wild tigers, or for lop-tongued wolves—not
 reasoning men! 
And in its stead speed Industry’s campaigns! 
With thy undaunted armies, Engineering! 
Thy pennants, Labor, loosen’d to the breeze! 
Thy bugles sounding loud and clear!

Away with old romance! 
Away with novels, plots, and plays of foreign courts! 
Away with love-verses, sugar’d in rhyme—the intrigues, amours of idlers, 
Fitted for only banquets of the night, where dancers to late music slide; 
The unhealthy ple...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...wise,
 Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
 Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
 And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
 Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?...Read more of this...
by Poe, Edgar Allan
...ise 
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies 
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood 
The Elfin from the green grass and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?...Read more of this...
by Poe, Edgar Allan
...s men, ready to throw away their lives by hunger, deprivation, desperate clinging to a single purpose imperturbable and undaunted, men with the primitive guts of rebellion,
Only fighters gaunt with the red brand of labor’s sorrow on their brows and labor’s terrible pride in their blood, men with souls asking danger—only these will save and keep the four big brothers.

Good-night is the word, good-night to the kings, to the czars,
 Good-night to the kaiser.
The breakdown and t...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...eary path divine Alcides trod:
The hydra and the lion were his prey,
And to restore the friend he loved to-day,
He went undaunted to the black-browed god;
And all the torments and the labors sore
Wroth Juno sent--the meek majestic one,
With patient spirit and unquailing, bore,
Until the course was run--

Until the god cast down his garb of clay,
And rent in hallowing flame away
The mortal part from the divine--to soar
To the empyreal air! Behold him spring
Blithe in the pride...Read more of this...
by Schiller, Friedrich von
...od a knight he slew;
     I saw, when back the dirk he drew,
     Courtiers give place before the stride
     Of the undaunted homicide;
     And since, though outlawed, hath his hand
     Full sternly kept his mountain land.

     Who else dared give—ah! woe the day,
     That I such hated truth should say!—
     The Douglas, like a stricken deer,
     Disowned by every noble peer,
     Even the rude refuge we have here?
     Alas, this wild marauding
     Chief...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...phet still, if bird or devil! 85 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted¡ª 
On this home by Horror haunted¡ªtell me truly, I implore: 
Is there¡ªis there balm in Gilead?¡ªtell me¡ªtell me, I implore!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 90 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil¡ªprophet still, if bird or devil! 
By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, 
Tell this soul ...Read more of this...
by Poe, Edgar Allan
...eart the first winged man arose. 

Dropping gold, dropping gold, where the mists of morning rolled, 
On he kept his way undaunted, though his breaths were stabs of cold, 
Through the mystery of dawning that no mortal may behold. 

Now he shouts, now he sings in the rapture of his wings, 
And his great heart burns intenser with the strength of his desire, 
As he circles like a swallow, wheeling, flaming, gyre on gyre. 

Gazing straight at the sun, half his pilgrimage is done, ...Read more of this...
by Benet, Stephen Vincent

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