Work poems
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The Weaver
© Anonymous
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
The Philosopher and the Philantropist
© James Kenneth Stephen
Searching an infinite Where,
Probing a bottomless When,
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
The Ports of the Open Sea
© Henry Lawson
Down here where the ships loom large in
The gloom when the sea-storms veer,
The Holy Scriptures
© George Herbert
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart
Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain,
Precious for any grief in any part;
To cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.
By Momba Tracks
© Roderic Quinn
THE hearts of the everlasting-flowers
Shall steal the gold o' the sun
When the winter rains have done their work
And the winter days are done,
Sanctuary
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Neighbour! for pity a hound cries on your steps,
With pleading eyes, with sore and weary feet.
City Contrasts
© Anonymous
A barefooted child on the crossing,
Sweeping the mud away,
A lady in silks and diamonds,
Proud of the vain display;
Translations And Adaptations From Heine
© Ezra Pound
I
Is your hate, then, of such measure?
Do you, truly, so detest me?
Through all the world will I complain
Of how you have addressed me.
Habakkuk
© Thomas Parnell
Here terrour leaves me with exalted head,
I breath fine air, and find the vision fled,
The Seer withdrawn, inspir'd, and urg'd to write,
By the warm influence of the sacred sight.
A Picture
© Frances Anne Kemble
Through the half-open'd casement stream'd the light
Of the departing sun. The golden haze
Pharsalia - Book VII: The Battle
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Then burned their souls
At these his words, indignant at the thought,
And Rome rose up within them, and to die
Was welcome.
Scholar And The Carpenter
© Jean Ingelow
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,
And here and there men stood to reap,
A Successful Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor
To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer;
The Dream Of Pio Nono
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IT chanced that while the pious troops of France
Fought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,
What time the holy Bourbons stayed his hands
(The Hur and Aaron meet for such a Moses),
The Song Of Hiawatha XIX: The Ghosts
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Never stoops the soaring vulture
On his quarry in the desert,
Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Shooting
© Henry James Pye
The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.
