Work poems

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An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of Paul's, Dr. John Donne

© Thomas Carew

Can we not force from widow'd poetry,

Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy

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The Visible Creation

© James Montgomery

The God of nature and of grace
In all His works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.

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Golden Retrievals

© Mark Doty

Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then

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The Triumph of Time

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Before our lives divide for ever,

 While time is with us and hands are free,

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Sir Peter Harpdon's End

© William Morris

John Curzon
Of those three prisoners, that before you came
We took down at St. John's hard by the mill,
Two are good masons; we have tools enough,
And you have skill to set them working.

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Thebais - Book One - part III

© Pablius Papinius Statius

Oh race confed’rate into crimes, that prove  

Triumphant o’er th’ eluded rage of Jove!  

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A, B, C.

© Charles Stuart Calverley

A is an Angel of blushing eighteen:
B is the Ball where the Angel was seen:
C is her Chaperone, who cheated at cards:
D is the Deuxtemps, with Frank of the Guards:

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from Epipsychidion

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Emily,

A ship is floating in the harbour now,

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Olney Hymn 68: Light Shining Out Of Darkness

© William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way,
  His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
  And rides upon the storm.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXI

It was amazement, wonder and delight,

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October And May

© Henry James Pye

ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.

: "Behold, with mild and matron mien,

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Leave It To The Boys In The Navy

© George Ade

I

From the rousing times of old Paul Jones

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One Day's Command

© Anonymous

The plumed staff officer gallops
  Along the swaying line,
That shakes as, beaten by hailstones,
  Shakes the loaded autumn vine;
And the earth beneath is reddened,
  But not with the stain of wine.

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The View from an Attic Window

© Howard Nemerov

for Francis and Barbara
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Among the high-branching, leafless boughs 
Above the roof-peaks of the town, 
Snowflakes unnumberably come down.

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A Soul in Prison

© Augusta Davies Webster

  "They," you'd answer me,
if you owned my instance, "sorrowed in their doubt,
and did not wholly doubt, and loved."

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Hints to Cheese Makers

© James McIntyre

Grant has here a famous work
Devoted to the cause of pork.
For dairymen find that it doth pay
To fatten pigs upon the whey,
For there is money raising grease
As well as in the making cheese.

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The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo)

© Henry Lawson

It was  the Man from Waterloo,

  When work in town was slack,

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The Ronalds Of The Bennals

© Robert Burns

In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a', man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a', man.

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07:

© Conrad Aiken

Study them . . . you will see there, in the porcelain,
If you stare hard enough, a sort of swimming
Of lights and shadows, ghosts within a crystal—
My brain unfolding! There you'll see me sitting
Day after day, close to a certain window,
Looking down, sometimes, to see the people . . .

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The Banks Of Wye - Book III

© Robert Bloomfield

PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,

Untainted fly your summer gales;