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1. The Song Of The Wage-Slave - written by Robert William Service
From The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses. Read 677 times on Poetry Connection.

When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope that it won't be hell-fire, as some of the parsons say.
And I hope that it won't be heaven, with some of the parsons I've met --
All I want is just quiet, just to rest and... (Read full poem)

Into these Loves who but for Passion looks, 
At this first sight here let him lay them by 
And seek elsewhere, in turning other books, 
Which better may his labor satisfy. 
No far-fetch'd sigh shall ever wound my breast, 
Love from mine eye a... (Read full poem)

3. In a Lecture Room - written by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Away, haunt thou me not,
Thou vain Philosophy!
Little hast thou bestead,
Save to perplex the head,
And leave the spirit dead.
Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go,
While from the secret treasure-depths below,
Fed by the skyey shower,
And... (Read full poem)

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to... (Read full poem)

5. Quiet Work - written by Matthew Arnold
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One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, 
One lesson which in every wind is blown, 
One lesson of two duties kept at one 
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity-- 

Of toil unsever'd from tranquility! 
Of labor, that in lasting fruit... (Read full poem)

In some summers there is so much fruit,
the peasants decide not to reap any more.
Not having reaped you, oh my days,
my nights, have I let the slow flames
of your lovely produce fall into ashes?

My nights, my days, you have borne so much!
All your... (Read full poem)

7. An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare - written by John Milton
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What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones
The labor of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Dear son of Memory, great heir of Fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy... (Read full poem)

My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; 
My words the hammers fashioning my desire; 
My breast the forge including all the heat; 
Love is the fuel which maintains the fire; 
My sighs the bellows which the flame increaseth, 
Filling mine... (Read full poem)

9. Sonnet LIX: As Love and I - written by Michael Drayton
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As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn, 
With proverbs thus each other entertain: 
"In Love there is no lack," thus I begin; 
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again; 
"Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I; 
"As well,"... (Read full poem)

Chief in thy generation born of men,
Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born,
With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes of morn
For gleam of tears or laughter, tenderest then
When thoughts of children warmed their light, or when
Reverence... (Read full poem)

11. Oh Who Is That Young Sinner - written by A.E. Housman
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Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they're taking him to prison for the color of his... (Read full poem)

I used to imagine him
coming from his house, like Merlin
strolling with important gestures
through the garden
where everything grows so thickly, 
where birds sing, little snakes lie
on the boughs, thinking of nothing
but their own good lives,... (Read full poem)

13. The Dauntless Three - written by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Chris Watson, of the Parliament, 
By his Caucus Gods he swore 
That the great Labor Party 
Should suffer wrong no more. 
By his Caucus Gods he swore it, 
And named a trysting day, 
And bade his Socialists ride forth, 
East and west and south... (Read full poem)

There's a dashin' sort of boy 
Which they call his Party's Joy, 
And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; 
And he played the leadin' hand 
In the Helter-Skelter Band, 
Known as Jimmy Dooley's Circulating Army. 
When the... (Read full poem)

15. Train Ride - written by Federico Garcia Lorca
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For Horace Gregory

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan
of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot
of a larger arc into the green of evening;
I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud
still white; though dead in its warm... (Read full poem)