Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail'd? then we send fresh armies -- and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud applause; Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinc'd at last; Struggling to-day the same -- battling the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE by AMELIA OPIE THE HAPPY WARRIOR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WHITE-FOOTED DEER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 11, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |