Work poems
/ page 7 of 355 /
Astrophel and Stella: 7
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chiefe worke, Stellas eyes,In colour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?Would she in beamie black, like painter wise,Frame daintiest lustre, mixt of shades and light?Or did she else that sober hue deuise,In object best to knit and strength our sight,Least if no vaile these braue gleames did disguise,They sun-like should more dazle then delight?Or would she her miraculous power show,That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrary,She euen in blacke doth make all beauties flow?Both so and thus, she minding Loue should bePlaced euer there, gaue him this mourning weed,To honour all their deaths, who for her bleed
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
© William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travail tired,But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body's work's expired
Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course and frisky and new
© John Berryman
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:
a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed
inside in the Great Neck night,
a record ('great'), her work all over as u-
sual rejected. She odd in a bakery.
The owner stand beside her
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those hours that with gentle work did frame
© William Shakespeare
Those hours that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwellWill play the tyrants to the very same,And that unfair which fairly doth excel,For never-resting time leads summer onTo hid'ous winter and confounds him there,Sap checkt with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o'er-snow'd and bareness every where;Then were not summer's distillation leftA liquid pris'ner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true
© William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband, so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new:Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse
© William Shakespeare
So oft have I invok'd thee for my museAnd found such fair assistance in my verse,As every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy disperse
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O, for my sake do you with fortune chide
© William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall out-live this pow'rful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time
Shakespeare's Sonnets: If my dear love were but the child of state
© William Shakespeare
If my dear love were but the child of state,It might for fortune's bastard be unfather'dAs subject to time's love, or to time's hate,Weeds among weeds, or flow'rs with flow'rs gather'd
To Julia under Lock and Key
© Seaman Owen
[A form of betrothal gift in America is an anklet securedby a padlock, of which the other party keeps the key.]
A New Profession
© Seaman Owen
My hopeless boy! when I compare (Claiming a father's right to do so)Your hollow brain, your vacuous air,With all the time, and wealth and care Lavished upon your mental trousseau;
Social Notes I, 1932
© Scott Francis Reginald
"We see thee rise, O Canada, The true North, strong and free,(Tralala-lala, tralala-lala, etc. ...)
The Old Sampler
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Out of the way, in a corner Of our dear old attic room,Where bunches of herbs from the hillside Shake ever a faint perfume,An oaken chest is standing, With hasp and padlock and key,Strong as the hands that made it On the other side of the sea
The Mirror for Magistrates: The Induction
© Thomas Sackville
The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace,With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen,And old Saturnus, with his frosty face,With chilling cold had pierc'd the tender green;The mantles rent, wherein enwrapped been The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown, The tapets torn, and every bloom down blown
Flight into Reality
© Rowley Rosemarie
Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury
Art
© Robertson William John
Art's noblest work from thingsRebellious to the trammel She wrings:Rhyme, marble, gem, enamel.
