Work poems
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Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
© Henry Howard
Geue place ye louers, here before
That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:
Landscape
© Charles Baudelaire
In order to write my chaste verses Ill lie
like an astrologer near to the sky
and, by the bell-towers, listen in dream
to their solemn hymns on the air-stream.
She Mothered Five
© Edgar Albert Guest
She mothered five!
Night after night she watched a little bed,
The Fly In The Ointment
© Joseph Furphy
When the great Creator fashion'd us, and saw that we were good,
He commission'd us to dominate the planet as it stood.
But His ordinance meets denial still, and peace remains unknown,
For the Boer is always with us, calling certain lands his own.
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
© George Crabbe
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,
'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;
And to him who has rather too much of that one,
'Tis the house of a friend where he's welcome to
Things Work Out
© Edgar Albert Guest
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.
To Others Than You
© Dylan Thomas
That though I loved them for their faults
As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts
With their heads in a cunning cloud.
The Hermit
© Thomas Parnell
Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days,
Pray'r all his bus'ness, all his pleasure praise.
The Keepsake
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The tedded hay, the first-fruits of the soil,
The tedded hay and corn-sheaves in one field,
Show summer gone, ere come. The foxglove tall
Sheds its loose purple bells, or in the gust,
A Sigh In The Night
© Ada Cambridge
O sweet darkness, still, and calm, and lonely!
Spread thy downy pinions round about.
Spare me from thy hidden riches only
One dream-face; blot all the others out.
Mary Garvin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow
and the sin,
The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our
own akin;
Survival Of The Fittest
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
"NAUGHT but the fittest lives," I hear
Ring on the northern breeze of thought:
"To Nature's heart the strong are dear,
The weak must pass unloved, unsought."
Morning Twilight
© Charles Baudelaire
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,
and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.
It was the hour when a swarm of evil visions
torments swarthy adolescents, when pillows hum:
A Peaceful Village on the Banks of the Leven - A Summer Landscape
© Michael Bruce
Fair from his hand behold the village rise,
In rural pride, 'mong intermingled trees!
