Work poems
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Example
© Edgar Albert Guest
Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,
Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
At kirk or market to be seen;
When a our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean.
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
The March O' Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.
440. Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
I could no moreaskance the creature eyeing,
Dye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
Ill laugh, thats poznay more, the world shall know it;
And so, your servant! gloomy Master Poet!
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
Faith
© Nikola Vaptsarov
Pray, how will you smash it?
With bullets?
No! That is useless!
Stop! It is not worth it!
100. Inscribed on a Work of Hannah Mores
© Robert Burns
THOU flattring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho sweetly female evry part,
The Waiting Life
© Dorothea Mackellar
Since it befell, with work and strife
I had not time to live my life
I turned away from it until
Work should be done and strife be still.
Ode to Simplicity
© William Taylor Collins
O thou, by Nature taught
To breathe her genuine thought
In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;
Who first on mountains wild,
In Fancy, loveliest child,
Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song!
