Teacher poems

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Vacation Time

© Edgar Albert Guest

Vacation time! How glad it seemed

When as a boy I sat and dreamed

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A Glance Behind The Curtain

© James Russell Lowell

We see but half the causes of our deeds,

Seeking them wholly in the outer life,

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Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy

© Henry Van Dyke

ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL

June 11, 1910

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The Separated Women

© Henry Lawson

THE Separated Women

  Go lying through the land,

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Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song

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Tale III

© George Crabbe

bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their

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The Tables Turned

© William Wordsworth

  And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
  He, too, is no mean preacher:
  Come forth into the light of things,
  Let Nature be your teacher.

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The Island Of Endless Play

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler


It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.

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Nathan The Wise - Act I

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

  O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -

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At School-Close

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.

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Lines For The Late Caroline K.’s Album

© John Kenyon

  Beloved friend!
  Who for thyself still doubtest—still the more
  For those meek doubts—Thy volume shall be there.

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Lamia. Part II

© John Keats

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,

Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust;

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Lucretius

© Alfred Tennyson

Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,

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To a Mountain

© Henry Kendall

To thee, O father of the stately peaks,

Above me in the loftier light - to thee,

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The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

© James Russell Lowell

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
  From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
  And twelve feet more of lawn.

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The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools

© George Crabbe

pride, -
Their room, the sty in which th' assembly meet,
In the close lane behind the Northgate-street;
T'observe his vain attempts to keep the peace,
Till tolls the bell, and strife and troubles cease,

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Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story]

© Henry Lawson

AT A POINT where the old road crosses

  The river, and turns to the right,

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The Task : Complete

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires

© Robert Browning


Scene.- Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.
Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.

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Pigeon Toes

© Henry Lawson

A dust cloud on the lonely road,
  And I am here alone;
I lock the door till it be past,
  For I have nervous grown.