Table of Contents
- The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Loss and Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Trees by Joyce Kilmer
- Little Things by Anonymous
- The Scarecrow by Annie Stone
- O Brown Eyes by Ruby Archer
- A Recipe For a Day by Amos R. Wells
- Conscience and Remorse by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- The Happiest Heart by John Vance Cheney
- My Wage by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse
- A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman
- The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
- Daisies by Frank Dempster Sherman
- The New Moon by Sara Teasdale
- Inalienable by Amos Russel Wells
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The Swing
by Robert Louis Stevenson | Total Words: 81, Lines: 12
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
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Loss and Gain
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Total Words: 77, Lines: 12
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When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
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Trees
by Joyce Kilmer | Total Words: 80, Lines: 12
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
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A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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Little Things
by Anonymous | Total Words: 63, Lines: 12
A cup of water timely brought,
An offered easy chair,
A turning of the window-blind,
That all may feel the air;
An early flower bestowed unasked,
A light and cautious tread,
A voice to softest whispers hushed
To spare an aching head—
Oh, things like these, though little things,
The purest love disclose,
As fragrant atoms in the air
Reveal the hidden rose.
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The Scarecrow
by Annie Stone | Total Words: 75, Lines: 12
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Here is the scarecrow, see him stand
Upon the newly planted land;
A figure rugged and forlorn,
A silent watcher of the corn.
His dangling legs, his arms spread wide,
A lone man of the countryside;
Uncouth, the butt of pen and tongue,
Unheralded, unsought, unsung
To you, old scarecrow, then this lay
To cheer you on your lonely way;
Would that all men, their whole lives through,
Served some good purpose same as you.
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O Brown Eyes
by Ruby Archer
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O brown eyes, how warm you are
With look I may not meet,
Lest there I read too deep and far
A meaning wild and sweet.
O brown eyes, you need not ask
With such pathetic plea,
As if it were a doleful task,
"And will you think of me?"
O brown eyes, your Orient light
Of passion and regret,
Of pain and joy in mystic might,
I never could forget!
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A Recipe For a Day
by Amos Russel Wells | Total Words: 78, Lines: 12
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Take a little dash of water cold,
And a little leaven of prayer,
And a little bit of morning gold
Dissolved in the morning air.
Add to your meal some merriment,
And a thought for kith and kin;
And then, as your prime ingredient,
A plenty of work throw in.
But spice it all with the essence of love
And a little whiff of play;
Let a wise old Book and a glance above
Complete the well-made day.
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Conscience and Remorse
I cried: "Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face."
But conscience cried: "I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place."
– Paul Laurence Dunbar
Conscience and Remorse“
by Paul Laurence Dunbar | Total Words: 67, Lines: 12
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"Good-bye," I said to my conscience —
"Good-bye for aye and aye,"
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace;
And I cried: "Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face."
But conscience cried: "I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place."
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The Happiest Heart
by John Vance Cheney | Total Words: 75, Lines: 12
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Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.
The rust will find the sword of fame,
The dust will hide the crown;
Ay, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not tear it down.
The happiest heart that ever beat
Was in some quiet breast
That found the common daylight sweet,
And left to Heaven the rest.
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My Wage
by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse | Total Words: 71, Lines: 12
I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;
For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.
I worked for a menial's hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have paid.
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A Vagabond Song
by Bliss Carman | Total Words: 97, Lines: 12
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time....The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
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The Arrow and the Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Total Words: 88, Lines: 12
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I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
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To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet | Total Words: 103, Lines: 12
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, than thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor aught by love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way reply;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
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Daisies
by Frank Dempster Sherman
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At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
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The New Moon
by Sara Teasdale
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Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole—
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas—
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone—
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
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Inalienable
Two things are yours that no man's wealth can buy:
The air, and time;
- Amos Russel Wells
Inalienable“
by Amos Russel Wells
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Two things are yours that no man's wealth can buy:
The air, and time;
And, having these, all fate you may defy,
All summits climb.
While you can draw the fresh and vital breath,
And own the day,
No enemy, not Hate, nor Fear, nor Death,
May bring dismay.
Breathe deeply! Use the minutes as they fly!
Trust God in all!
Thus will you live the life that cannot die,
Nor ever fall.
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