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Too Big A Price

© Edgar Albert Guest

"They say my boy is bad," she said to me,

A tired old woman, thin and very frail.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--

Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask)

© Charles Baudelaire

II est de forts parfums pour qui toute matière
Est poreuse. On dirait qu'ils pénètrent le verre.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,

The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I Catherine am a Douglas born,

A name to all Scots dear;

Lullaby

© Lola Ridge

Rock-a-by baby, woolly and brown…
(There's a shout at the door an' a big red light…)
Lil' coon baby, mammy is down…
Han's that hold yuh are steady an' white…

Ode Written For The Celebration Of The Cochituate Water Into The City Of Boston

My name is Water: I have sped
Through strange, dark ways, untried before,
By pure desire of friendship led,
Cochituate's ambassador;
He sends four royal gifts by me:
Long life, health, peace, and purity.

Mary's Evening Sigh

© Robert Bloomfield

How bright with pearl the western sky!

How glorious far and wide,

On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean

© William Cowper

What portents, from what distant region, ride,
Unseen till now in ours, the astonished tide?
In ages past, old Proteus, with his droves
Of sea-calves, sought the mountains and the groves;

Rappel DAmour

© Henry Van Dyke

Come home, my love, come home!

The twilight is falling,

The Double Transformation, A Tale

© Oliver Goldsmith

Secluded from domestic strife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

After Work by John Maloney: American Life in Poetry #184 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I hope it's not just a guy thing, a delight in the trappings of work. I love this poem by John Maloney, of Massachusetts, which gives us a close look behind the windshields of all those pickup trucks we see heading home from work.

After Work

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© Owen Suffolk

An exile captive, severed from his home,
Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;
Heart-broken toils, while still his sad thoughts roam
Back to the past which now no joys can bring;
Vainly he seeks compassion and relief
In human hearts around, to cheer of soothe his grief.

People of the Living God

© James Montgomery

People of the living God,

I have sought the world around;

To-morrow I'm Losing My Darling

© Anonymous

CHORUS
Oh, bother the missus, and bother her tongue,
And bother her snapping and snarling;
Through wagging her jaws, without any cause,
To-morrow I'm losing my darling.

Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore

THERE in his room, wheneer the moon looks in,

And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,

Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society

Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.