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The Return Of Belisarius
© Francis Bret Harte
(MUD FLAT, 1860)
So you're back from your travels, old fellow,
The Voice Of Authority: A Language Game
© Kingsley Amis
Do this. Don't move. O'Grady says do this,
You get a move on, see, do what I say.
Look lively when I say O'Grady says.
The Elder's Rebuke
© Emily Jane Brontë
"Listen! When your hair, like mine,
Takes a tint of silver gray;
When your eyes, with dimmer shine,
Watch life's bubbles float away:
The Old Grey Squirrel
© Alfred Noyes
A great while ago there was a schoolboy
who lived in a cottage by the sea,
The Pilgrim of Life.
© Caroline Norton
PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,
To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
The Spirit Of Shakespeare
© George Meredith
Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured
He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell
The Heroes Of Dovrefeld (From The Old Danish)
© George Borrow
On Dovrefeld, in Norway,
Were once together seen
The twelve heroic brothers
Of Ingeborg, the queen:
The Polar Quest
© Richard Francis Burton
UNCONQUERABLY, men venture on the quest
And seek an ocean amplitude unsailed,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
SONNET IN ASSONANCE
A thousand bluebells blossom in the wood,
Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses,
And guarded well from every wanton foot,
The Banquet
© George Herbert
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer,
Welcome deare;
With me, in me, live and dwell:
For thy neatnesse passeth sight,
Thy delight
Passeth tongue to taste or tell.
To Emilia Lovatelli,
© Frances Anne Kemble
WEEPING BY SHELLEY'S GRAVE IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY OF ROME.
The Defenders
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Leave me my dreams, and I shall not repine;
Youth's eager hours, love's restless holiday.
The Miracle Of The Dawn
© Madison Julius Cawein
What would it mean for you and me
If dawn should come no more!
Think of its gold along the sea,
Its rose above the shore!
That rose of awful mystery,
Our souls bow down before.
The Bumboat Woman's Story
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief!
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -
I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done!
The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades
© George Meredith
He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals: he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.
The Apple-Tree
© Ann Taylor
OLD John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, so mellow, and red;
And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,
To children or any who pass'd by his door,
To buy him a morsel of bread.
Trust by Thomas R. Smith: American Life in Poetry #141 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Life becomes more complicated every day, and each of us can control only so much of what happens. As for the rest? Poet Thomas R. Smith of Wisconsin offers some practical advice.
Trust
It's like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.
The Carpenter
© George MacDonald
O Lord, at Joseph's humble bench
Thy hands did handle saw and plane;
Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot and humouring grain.
