Work poems
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The World In The Heart
© Jane Taylor
The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.
Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross
© Charles Lamb
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery
Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Bold Jack Donahoe (2)
© Anonymous
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
The Piano Tuners Wife
© Karl Shapiro
And in conclusion,
When there is no more audible dissent,
He plays his comprehensive keyboard song,
The loud proud paradigm,
The one work of art without content.
Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438
© Theognis of Megara
To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
"Child Sun"
© Lesbia Harford
Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 6
© Joel Barlow
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..
Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,
The Speech
© Benjamin Jonson
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,
Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.
No more shall men suppose Electra dead,
Though from the consort of her sisters fled
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
The Old Castle
© George MacDonald
The brother knew well the castle old,
Every closet, each outlook fair,
The Sweet O' The Year
© George Meredith
Now the frog, all lean and weak,
Yawning from his famished sleep,
Water in the ditch doth seek,
Fast as he can stretch and leap:
Marshy king-cups burning near
Tell him 'tis the sweet o' the year.
Gods Acre
© Conrad Aiken
She prods a plantain
Of too ambitious root. That largest yew-tree,
Clutching the hill
The Good, Old-Fashioned People
© James Whitcomb Riley
The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!
Confession
© George Herbert
O What a cunning guest
Is this same Grief! Within my heart I made
Closets; and in them many a chest;
And like a master in my trade,
In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till:
Yet Grief knows all, and enters when he will.
Victoria
© George Essex Evans
White Star of Womanhood, whose rays
Thro years of peace and years of stress
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
