Life poems
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Rich And Poor
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hill and valley and mead and plain
Are all her own, with their wealth of grain.
Hymn 117
© Isaac Watts
Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.
Pessimoptimism
© James Russell Lowell
Ye little think what toil it was to build
A world of men imperfect even as this,
A Deepe Groane Fetch'd at the Funerall of that incomparable and Glorious Monarch, CHARLES THE FIRST
© Henry King
To speak our Griefes as full over thy Tombe
(Great Soul) we should be Thunder-struck, and dumbe:
The Impecunious Cricket And The Frugal Ant
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
THE MORAL is: Albeit lots
Of people follow Dr. Watts,
The sluggard, when his means are scant,
Should seek an uncle, not an ant!
The House By The Side Of The Road
© Sam Walter Foss
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 08
© Torquato Tasso
XCIX
"Thou must," quoth she, "be mine ambassador,
Milestones
© Alice Guerin Crist
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
Gliding figures, footsteps light,
Sunflower by Frank Steele: American Life in Poetry #176 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Hearts and flowers, that's how some people dismiss poetry, suggesting that's all there is to it, just a bunch of sappy poets weeping over love and beauty. Well, poetry is lots more than that. At times it's a means of honoring the simple things about us. To illustrate the care with which one poet observes a flower, here's Frank Steele, of Kentucky, paying such close attention to a sunflower that he almost gets inside it.
Sunflower
Testament
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "I will take my life
And throw it away;
I who was fire and song
Will turn to clay."
Chillingham
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I
Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
The heather climbs the hill.
Reply To A Magistrate
© Wang Wei
You want to taste success or failure?
A lone fisherman sings out on the water.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roys Grave
© William Wordsworth
Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart
And wondrous length and strength of arm:
Nor craved he more to quell his foes,
Or keep his friends from harm.
The Clay
© Jones Very
Thou shalt do what Thou wilt with thine own hand,
Thou form'st the spirit like the moulded clay;
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Immortality
England My Mother
© William Watson
England my mother,
Wardress of waters.
Builder of peoples,
Maker of men,-
