Patience poems

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Mirls

© George MacDonald

The stars are steady abune;
I' the water they flichter and flee;
But, steady aye, luikin doon
They ken theirsels i' the sea.

Columbus

© James Russell Lowell

One poor day!--
Remember whose and not how short it is!
It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
Is more than time enough to find a world.

A Fable

© Jane Taylor

ONE day a sage knocked at a chemist's door,

Bringing a curious compound to explore.--

Patience

© Edith Wharton

PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Who might describe the humours of that night,
The mirth, the tragedy, the grave surprise,
The treasures of fair folly infinite
Learned as a lesson from those childlike eyes?

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

The Two Painters: A Tale

© Washington Allston

At which, with fix'd and fishy
The Strangers both express'd amaze.
Good Sir, said they, 'tis strange you dare
Such meanness of yourself declare.

The Poor Little Toe

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
I am all tired out with talk.
Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be-
And then have to walk-walk-walk.

Nova Scotia

© James McIntyre

If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;
You sicken us with sily agitation.
If any more our patience you do tax
We'll let you go to Halifax.

The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THEY sat in silent watchfulness
The sacred cypress-tree about,
And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,
Their failing eyes looked out.

The Dance To Death. Act V

© Emma Lazarus

LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky? My heart is sick.

Reflections Of King Hezekiah, In His Sickness

© Hannah More

"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.

What! and no more? - Is this, my soul, said I,

Aurora Leigh: Book Three

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"To-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself
And goest where thou wouldest: presently
Others shall gird thee," said the Lord, "to go
Where thou wouldst not." He spoke to Peter thus,
To signify the death which he should die
When crucified head downward.

The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

_Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
hate, of doing and daring!

The Smiling Listener

PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.

How Hop O' My Thumb Got Rid Of An Onus

A worthy couple, man and wife,

Dragged on a discontented life:

Verses I

INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN PREFIXED TO THE NOVEL
OF EMMELINE, BUT THEN SUPPRESSED.
O'ERWHELM'D with sorrow, and sustaining long
"The proud man's contumely, th' oppressor's wrong,"

Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth

I now mean to be serious;--it is time,

Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.

Brothers, And A Sermon

© Jean Ingelow

“What, chorus! are you dumb? you should have cried,
‘So good comes out of evil;’” and with that,
As if all pauses it was natural
To seize for songs, his voice broke out again:

Lord, Teach Us How to Pray Aright

Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.

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