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With Dog And Gun
© Edgar Albert Guest
Out in the woods with a dog an' gun
Is my idea of a real day's fun.
While I May
© Sara Teasdale
Wind and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's distress and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.
What Home's Intended For
© Edgar Albert Guest
When the young folks gather 'round in the good old-fashioned way,
Singin' all the latest songs gathered from the newest play,
Or they start the phonograph an' shove the chairs back to the wall
An' hold a little party dance, I'm happiest of all.
Then I sorter settle back, plumb contented to the core,
An' I tell myself most proudly, that's what home's intended for.
Wisdom
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love wine and beauty and the spring,
While wine is red and spring is here,
And through the almond blossoms ring
The dove-like voices of thy Dear.
Why The Roses Are So Pale
© Heinrich Heine
O dearest, canst thou tell me why
The rose should be so pale?
And why the azure violet
Should wither in the vale?
Why Not?
© Harriet Monroe
Poet, sing me a song to-day !
But the world grows old and my hair is gray.
When Fishes Flew
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
Willie's Ladye
© Andrew Lang
Willie has ta'en him o'er the faem,
He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame;
He's wooed her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her meikle care;
What Is To Come
© William Ernest Henley
What is to come we know not. But we know
That what has been was good--was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were:
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
Wax Lips by Cynthia Rylant: American Life in Poetry #101 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Those big cherry flavored wax lips that my friends and I used to buy when I was a boy, well, how could I resist this poem by Cynthia Rylant of Oregon?
Well! Thou Art Happy
© George Gordon Byron
Well! thou art happy, and I feel
That I should thus be happy too;
For still my heart regards thy weal
Warmly, as it was wont to do.
Willow-Pipes
© Duncan Campbell Scott
So in the shadow by the nimble flood
He made her whistles of the willow wood,
Words
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Words, breathing words, full--murmuring syllables!
How you enrich the thoughts that dwell in you
With far--brought perfume, that no meaning tells
Yet stirs the mind to flower in thoughts anew!
When All Has Been Said And Done.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"Perhaps it will all come right at last;
It may be, when all is done,
We shall be together in some good world,
Where to wish and to have are one."
--STODDARD.
Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,
With blades of grass between,
Each daisy stands up like a star
Out of a sky of green.
Work
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil;
Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines
WalnutLeaf Scent
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the high leaves of a walnut,
On the very topmost boughs,
A boy that climbed the branching bole
His cradled limbs would house.
