Health poems

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When There's Health In The House

© Edgar Albert Guest

When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
Although heavy be his burdens, he can carry them along.

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Sea Pictures

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

I.
Morning
THE morning sun has pierced the mist,
And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.

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The Emigrants’ Monument At Point St. Charles

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

A kindly thought, a generous deed,
  Ye gallant sons of toil!
No nobler trophy could ye raise
  On your adopted soil
Than this monument to your kindred dead,
Who sleep beneath in their cold, dark bed.

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Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith

© Robert Bloomfield

'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'

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The Forlorn Hope

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

One saw the coming doom and was afraid,
And said, "My friends, the cause for which you dare
Is just and worthy, and it has my prayer—
My time and money are engaged elsewhere."

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In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure

© Alfred Tennyson

O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,

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The Homestead

© John Greenleaf Whittier

AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,
Ghost of a dead home, staring through
Its broken lights on wasted lands
Where old-time harvests grew.

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto II.

© Matthew Prior

Richard, quoth Matt, these words of thine
Speak something sly and something fine;
But I shall e'en resume my theme,
However thou may'st praise or blame.

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Charles The First

© Percy Bysshe Shelley


A Pursuivant.
Place, for the Marshal of the Masque!

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The Sympathetic Minister

© Edgar Albert Guest

MY father is a peaceful man,

He tries in every way he can

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter III - The Other Half-Rome

© Robert Browning

ANOTHER DAY that finds her living yet,

Little Pompilia, with the patient brow

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The Royalist

© Alexander Brome

Come, pass about the bowl to me,

A health to our distressëd king!

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The Parish Register - Part III: Burials

© George Crabbe

drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
  His words were truth's:- Some forty summers

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To The Pliocene Skull

© Francis Bret Harte

"Speak, O man, less recent!  Fragmentary fossil!
Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,
Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum
  Of volcanic tufa!

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An Athenian Reverie

© Archibald Lampman

How the returning days, one after one,

Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,

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To Health (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

Eldest born of powers divine!

Bless'd Hygeia! be it mine

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Tale XXI

© George Crabbe

rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her

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Squatting up in Queensland

© Anonymous

Squatting up in Queensland, is a great mistake I guess;
If you ask if I'm a squatter, I can truly answer yes,
For altho' I'm nearly squashed, I hold my station still,
And if another gets it - he will have a bitter pill.
Oh! dear oh! - Now isn't it a go,
After frizzling up in Queensland, like sinners down below.

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"Sometimes I am too tired"

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I am too tired
To think of you.
Today was such a day,
But then I knew