Life poems
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The Drone
© Gamaliel Bradford
I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.
Genesis BK XX
© Caedmon
(ll. 1248-1254) Then the sons of God began to take them wives
from the tribe of Cain, a cursed folk, and the sons of men chose
them wives from among that people, the fair and winsome daughters
of that sinful race, against the will of God. Then the Lord of
heaven lifted up His voice in wrath against mankind, and said:
The Obliterate Tomb
© Thomas Hardy
'More than half my life long
Did they weigh me falsely, to my bitter wrong,
But they all have shrunk away into the silence
Like a lost song.
On The Pleasures Of College Life
© George Moses Horton
With tears I leave these academic bowers,
And cease to cull the scientific flowers;
With tears I hail the fair succeeding train,
And take my exit with a breast of pain.
Mad River, In The White Mountains
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
TRAVELLER
Why dost thou wildly rush and roar,
Mad River, O Mad River?
Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour
Thy hurrying, headlong waters o'er
This rocky shelf forever?
A Ballad Of Past Meridian
© George Meredith
Last night returning from my twilight walk
I met the grey mist Death, whose eyeless brow
Was bent on me, and from his hand of chalk
He reached me flowers as from a withered bough:
O Death, what bitter nosegays givest thou!
By Faith With Thanksgiving
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE is no bird that nests and flies,
No rose that buds and blooms and dies,
Life Of The Blessed
© William Cullen Bryant
Region of life and light!
Land of the good whose earthly toils are o'er!
Nor frost nor heat may blight
Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore,
Yielding thy blessed fruits for evermore!
The Evening Gossip
© Heinrich Heine
We sat by the fisher's cottage,
We looked on sea and sky,
We saw the mists of evening
Come riding and rolling by :
To Show What a Man Can Do
© Henry Lawson
THERE has been many a grander deed since man had life to give,
And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes open, that men might live;
And many have gone for their countrys sake, when their numbers were all too few,
And bravely died that their mates may dieto show what a man can do.
Song (Untitled #9)
© George Meredith
I would I were the drop of rain
That falls into the dancing rill,
For I should seek the river then,
And roll below the wooded hill,
Until I reached the sea.
When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day
© George Gascoigne
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght,
Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to rest at night,
Abu Midjan
© George MacDonald
"If I sit in the dust
For lauding good wine,
Ha, ha! it is just:
So sits the vine!"
Love In Hades.
© Robert Crawford
I saw Love pass with Charon down
The pale infernal tide,
To visit in the starless town
All who for him had died.
We Are Seven
© William Wordsworth
-A simple child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
A Prayer For Artemis
© Aeschylus
Though Zeus plan all things right,
Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace;
Nathless in every place
Brightly it gleameth, e'en in darkest night,
Fraught with black fate to man's speech-gifted race.
The Witch's Daughter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,
