Religion poems

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Summer Job by Richard Hoffman: American Life in Poetry #162 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Though at the time it may not occur to us to call it “mentoring,â€? there's likely to be a good deal of that sort of thing going on, wanted or unwanted, whenever a young person works for someone older. Richard Hoffman of Massachusetts does a good job of portraying one of those teaching moments in this poem.

Summer Job

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Nathan The Wise - Act III

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

  And when this moment comes,
And when this warmest inmost of my wishes
Shall be fulfilled, what then? what then?

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Peinture. A Panegyrick To The best Picture Of Friendship, M

© Richard Lovelace

  If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of al
Natures exchequer shuffled in this our ball,
Peinture her richer rival did admire,
And cry'd she wrought with more almighty fire,

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter IV - Tertium Quid

© Robert Browning

Is so far clear? You know Violante now,
Compute her capability of crime
By this authentic instance? Black hard cold
Crime like a stone you kick up with your foot
I’ the middle of a field?

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The Rivals

© James Weldon Johnson

So I said, "Lize, w'en we marry, mus' I weah some sto'-bought clo'es?"
She says, "Jeans is good enough fu' any po' folks, heaben knows!"

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The Disappointment

© Ann Taylor

IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came,
Let us listen to hear what she says:
"O see, dear mamma, it is pouring with rain,
We cannot go out in the chaise.

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Queen Mab: Part V.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Thus do the generations of the earth

  Go to the grave and issue from the womb,

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Gotham - Book III

© Charles Churchill

Can the fond mother from herself depart?

Can she forget the darling of her heart,

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Amours De Voyage, Canto I

© Arthur Hugh Clough

I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.

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Don Juan: Canto The Tenth

© George Gordon Byron

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found

In that slight startle from his contemplation--

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The Dunciad: Book IV

© Alexander Pope

She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd,
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd;
('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines.

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Irene

© James Russell Lowell

Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear;

Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies,

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The Courtship Of Miles Standish

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thereupon answered the youth:  "Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts that a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter.
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!"

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 10

© William Langland

Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,

That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.

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The Cathedral

© James Russell Lowell

Far through the memory shines a happy day,

Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense,

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Homage To Sextus Propertius - VI

© Ezra Pound

You will follow the bare scarified breast
Nor will you be weary of calling my name, nor too weary
To place the last kiss on my lips
When the Syrian onyx is broken.

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Sonnet: England in 1819

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

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Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh

© Ovid

  The End of the Eleventh Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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The Old Stockman's Lament

© Henry Lawson

Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket,

 And bury me deep down below,