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"I hate work so"

© Lesbia Harford

I hate work so
That I have found a way
Of making one small task outlast the day.
I will not leave

"You, Who Was Born..."

© Anna Akhmatova

You, who was born for poetrys creation,
Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients.
Though, maybe, our Poetry, itself,
Is just a single beautiful citation.

Love Disarmed

© Matthew Prior

Still lay the God: The Nymph surpriz'd,
Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,
How She the Vagrant might inthral,
And Captive Him, who Captives All.

The Banshee

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Now God between us and all harm,

For I to-night have seen

So it was "Rounds! What Rounds?" at two of a frosty night,
'E's 'oldin' on by the sergeant's sash, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it was "Pass! All's well!" Oh, ain't 'e drippin' tight!
'E'll need an affidavit pretty badly by-an'-by.

Whittier

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

HIS fourscore years and five
Are gone, like a tale that is told.
The quick tears start, there s an ache at the heart,
For we never thought him old.

My Friend, Come In These Rains -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

On this misty overclouded rainy day

Evading all

In the Cathedral Close

© Edward Dowden

IN the Dean's porch a nest of clay
With five small tentants may be seen;
Five solemn faces, each as wise
As if its owner were a Dean.

The King Of Brentford

© William Makepeace Thackeray

There was a king in Brentford,of whom no legends tell,
But who, without his glory,could eat and sleep right well.
His Polly's cotton nightcap,it was his crown of state,
He slept of evenings early,and rose of mornings late.

Shes My Ever Lovin Machine

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Hey boys you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye
And the first time that I wasn't lookin' she run off with a handsomer guy oh my
But I'm an ingenious feller yeah as soon as my brain got uncurled
I tiptoed right down to my cellar and I built a mechanical girl
Oh her arms are iron her legs are steel her hips are on wires attached to a wheel
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil she's my ever-lovin' machine

Collins

© Charles Harpur

A Genius caged in niceties of art;
A full-souled Bard that should have thought apart,
Creatively peculiarnot as taught
By models which (though rare and richly wrought,
As polished jewels set in chastened gold)
Have lost at length their birth-fire, and are cold.

Under The Roof Where The Laughter Rings

Under the roof where the laughter rings,
That's where I long to be;
There are all of the glorious things,
Meaning so much to me.
There is where striving and toiling ends;
There is where always the rainbow bends.

Upon the Fish in The Water

© John Bunyan

The water is the fish's element;
Take her from thence, none can her death prevent;
And some have said, who have transgressors been,
As good not be, as to be kept from sin.

Simple Trust

Still, still, without ceasing,
I feel it increasing,
This fervour of holy desire;
And often exclaim,
Let me die in the flame
Of a love that can never expire!

Azrael's Count

Men I dismiss to the Mercy greet me not willingly;
Crying, "When seekest Thou me first? Are not my kin unslain?
Shrinking aside from the Sword-edge, blinking the glare of it,
Sinking the chin in the neck-bone. How shall that profit them?
Yet, among men a ten thousand, few meet me otherwise.