Work poems

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Is It Best?

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

O mother who sips sweetened liquors!

Look down at the child on your breast;

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The Rhymer’s Reply. Incense And Splendor

© Vachel Lindsay

Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.

Though my good works have been, alas, too few,

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The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816

© William Wordsworth

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HAIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude
On hearts howe'er insensible or rude;

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Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand

© Larry Levis

One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palomino
And both stood at the rail of the corral & both went on aging
In each effortless tail swish, the flies rising, then congregating again

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The Cotter's Saturday Night

© Robert Burns

  "Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
 Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
 Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile,
  The short and simple annals of the poor."
 Gray

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Regardin' Terry Hut

© James Whitcomb Riley

Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn

And be'n a-handlin' the concern,

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Song Of The Chattahoochee

© Sidney Lanier

  Out of the hills of Habersham,

  Down the valleys of Hall,

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The Temple - What Makes It Of Worth

© Edgar Albert Guest

For it isn't the marble, nor is it the stone
Nor is it the columns of steel,
By which is the worth of an edifice known;
But it's something that's living and real.

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"Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug —"

© Lesbia Harford

Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug —
Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fair,
With sun on it and little shadows mixed
All in among the fragrant wonder there.

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Negro Heroines

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Down in history we find it and in grandest works of art,
How the men on fields of battle play so well the soldier's part,
But I come to tell the story of relief from care and pain
Rendered them by Negro women in the Cuban War with Spain.

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The Unseen Model

© George MacDonald

Forth to his study the sculptor goes
In a mood of lofty mirth:
"Now shall the tongues of my carping foes
Confess what my art is worth!
In my brain last night the vision arose,
To-morrow shall see its birth!"

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =First Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno


TANS. The enthusiasms most suitable to be first brought forward and
considered are those that I now place before you in the order that seems
to me most fitting.

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Uncle Mart's Poem

© James Whitcomb Riley

THE OLD SNOW-MAN

Ho! the old Snow-Man

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The Ballad of the Cars

© Rudyard Kipling

"Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup,"
  The kneeling doctor said.
And syne he bade them take him up,
  For he saw that the man was dead.

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A Memorial of Africa

© George MacDonald

I.

Upon a rock I sat-a mountain-side,

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Benjamin Peirce

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR him the Architect of all
Unroofed our planet's starlit hall;
Through voids unknown to worlds unseen
His clearer vision rose serene.

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 9

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHILE these affairs in distant places pass’d,  

The various Iris Juno sends with haste,  

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Yardley Oak

© William Cowper

Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all

That once lived here, thy brethren, at my birth,

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The Birth Of Flattery

© George Crabbe

Muse of my Spenser, who so well could sing

The passions all, their bearings and their ties;