Work poems
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Das Krist Kindel
© James Whitcomb Riley
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight
Snapped their saucy little fingers at the chill December night;
And in dressing-gown and slippers, I had tilted back "my
throne"--
The old split-bottomed rocker--and was musing all alone.
32. SongGreen Grow the Rashes
© Robert Burns
Chor.Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that eer I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
A New Year's Time At Willards's
© James Whitcomb Riley
There's old man Willards; an' his wife;
An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'
There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;
An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life!
To A Happy Warrior
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Glory to God who made a man like this!
To God be praise who in the empty heaven
Set Earth's gay globe
With its green vesture given
The Immigrant
© Lesbia Harford
When Gertie came in
To work today
She was much less weary
And far more gay.
Rural Architecture
© William Wordsworth
THERE'S George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more
Than the height of a counsellor's bag;
To the top of Great How did it please them to climb:
And there they built up, without mortar or lime,
A Man on the peak of the crag.
Rogue Elephant
© Archie Randolph Ammons
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,
a cleared instrument, ready to act, to searchthe moral realm and actual conditions for what
needs to be done and to do it: fine, thebest, if it works out, but if, like a gun, it
comes in handy to the wrong choice, why thenyou see the danger in the effective: better
The City Limits
© Archie Randolph Ammons
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider
The Fairy Clock
© Virna Sheard
Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!
Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?
Tell me when the sun will set--tiny globe of silver-grey.
Easter Morning
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished:
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or
as on my lap a child
not to grow old but dwell on
Identity
© Archie Randolph Ammons
and find
disorder ripe,
entropy rich, high levels of random,
numerous occasions of accident:
Lexington
© John Greenleaf Whittier
No Berserk thirst of blood had they,
No battle-joy was theirs, who set
Against the alien bayonet
Their homespun breasts in that old day.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.
View Me, Lord, a Work of Thine
© Thomas Campion
View me, Lord, a work of thine!
Shall I then lie downed in night?
Might thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.
To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time
© Countee Cullen
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats
My last year's song and next year's bliss.
Soldiers Of Wei Bewail Separation From Their Families
© Confucius
List to the thunder and roll of the drum!
See how we spring and brandish the dart!
Some raise Ts'aou's walls; some do field work at home;
But we to the southward lonely depart.
Hermann And Dorothea - III. Thalia
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE BURGHERS.
THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
Retalliation
© William Cowper
The works of ancient bards divine,
Aulus, thou scorn'st to read;
And should posterity read thine,
It would be strange indeed!
