Life poems

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The First Part: Sonnet 12 - Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,

© William Henry Drummond

Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,

And your tumultuous broils a while appease;

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The Song Of Life

© George Essex Evans

  Sing thou of Toil,
Of toil that moulds to-day the larger morrow!
  Move with stout heart on Life’s great battle-field
  And wear the motto “Progress” on thy shield.
All that is best is won through toil and sorrow.
  Sing thou of Toil!

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Beowulf's Expedition To Heort

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thus then, much care-worn,

The son of Healfden

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Warriors

© Edgar Albert Guest

We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,

we come to earth

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Sic Vita

© Henry David Thoreau

A nosegay which Time clutched from out
Those fair Elysian fields,
With weeds and broken stems, in haste,
Doth make the rabble rout
That waste
The day he yields.

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To A New-Born Baby Girl

© Grace Hazard Conkling

And did thy sapphire shallop slip

Its moorings suddenly, to dip

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Rumors from an Aeolian Harp

© Henry David Thoreau

There love is warm, and youth is young,
And poetry is yet unsung.
For Virtue still adventures there,
And freely breathes her native air.

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On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed

© Henry David Thoreau

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,

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The Broadstone

© Robinson Jeffers

NEAR FINVOY, COUNTY ANTRIM

We climbed by the old quarries to the wide highland of heath,

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Prayer

© Henry David Thoreau

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

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The Summer Rain

© Henry David Thoreau

Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?

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Inspiration

© Henry David Thoreau

But if with bended neck I grope
Listening behind me for my wit,
With faith superior to hope,
More anxious to keep back than forward it;

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Conscience

© Henry David Thoreau

Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,

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Composed In Autumn

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WITH these dead leaves stripped from a withered tree,
And slowly fluttering round us, gentle friend,
Some faithless soul a sad presage might blend;
To me they bring a happier augury;

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My life has been the poem

© Henry David Thoreau

My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.

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To-morrow

© Ada Cambridge

The lighthouse shines across the sea;

The homing fieldfares sing for glee:

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Written In March

© William Wordsworth

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter

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Resolution And Independence

© William Wordsworth

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;

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To Roosevelt {1}

© Rubén Dario

You are strong, proud model of your race;
you are cultured and able; you oppose Tolstoy.
You are an Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar,
breaking horses and murdering tigers.
(You are a Professor of Energy,
as current lunatics say).

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Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton


Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,