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The Beggar Speaks

© Vachel Lindsay

Come, eat the bread of idleness,
Come, sit beside the spring:
Some of the flowers will keep awake,
Some of the birds will sing.

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The Tent On The Beach

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--

Too light perhaps for serious years, though born

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"Six years, six cycles of dead hours"

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Six years, six cycles of dead hours,
Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers!
It is not that, you know full well,
That makes my labouring bosom swell,

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What Makes An Artist

© Edgar Albert Guest

We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree,
And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
While others seem to have no way to tell the joys they see.

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Old Counsel

© Herman Melville

Come out of the Golden Gate,
  Go round the Horn with streamers,
Carry royals early and late;
But, brother, be not over-elate--
_All hands save ship!_ has startled dreamers.

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The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First

© Mark Akenside

With what attractive charms this goodly frame

Of nature touches the consenting hearts

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Expectation

© Edgar Albert Guest

Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,

Are always expecting too much out of life.

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At Pelletier's

© Edgar Albert Guest

We've been out to Pelletier's

Brushing off the stain of years,

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Until She Died

© Edgar Albert Guest

Until she died we never knew

The beauty of our faith in God.

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The Bill of the Ages

© Henry Lawson

He has rowed to a wreck, when the lifeboat failed, with Jim in a crazy boat;
He has given his lifebelt many a time, and sunk that another might float.
He has ‘stood ’em off’ while others escaped, when the niggers rushed from the hill,
And rescue parties who came too late have found what was left of Bill.

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The Neighborly Man

© Edgar Albert Guest

Some are eager to be famous, some are striving

  to be great,

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The Manly Heart

© George Wither

Shall I, wasting in despair,

Die because a woman's fair?

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The Magdalen At The Madonna’s Shrine

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

O Madonna, pure and holy,

  From sin’s dark stain ever free,

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The Auto

© Edgar Albert Guest

An auto is a helpful thing;

I love the way the motor hums,

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The Judgement of Hercules

© William Shenstone

Wrapp'd in a pleased suspense, the youth survey'd
The various charms of each attractive maid:
Alternate each he view'd, and each admired,
And found, alternate, varying flames inspired:
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ran,
When she, who first approach'd him, first began:-

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Occupation: Father

© Benjamin Jonson

Before his birth I thought
I had room for no more love:
now when he (say) hurts himself
love, consideration, care
(copies from the originals)
as if burst inside me.

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The Bread Of Angels

© Edith Wharton

At last, upon my wonder drawn, I followed
The secret wanderers till I saw them pause
Before the dying glare of those tall panes
Where greed and surfeit nodded face to face
O'er the picked bones of pleasure . . .
And the door opened and the nuns went in.

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The Bold Buccaneer

© John Le Gay Brereton

  One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray
  In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay,
  When the Bosun drew nigh with wrath in his eye
  And gave him a kick to remember him by,
  As he cried with a sneer: “What good are you here?
  Go home to your mammy, my bold buccaneer.”

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Friendship

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

A ruddy drop of manly blood

The surging sea outweighs,

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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 38

© Edward Taylor

Oh! What a thing is man? Lord, who am I?
That Thou shouldest give him law (Oh! golden line)
To regulate his thoughts, words, life thereby;
And judge him wilt thereby too in Thy time.
A court of justice Thou in heaven holdst
To try his case while he's here housed on mold.