Famous Short Career Poems. Short Career Poetry by Famous Poets
Famous Short Career Poems. Short Career Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Career short poems
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Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet.
Conferring with myself
My stranger disappeared
Though first upon a berry fat
How paltry looked my cares
My practise how absurd
Superfluous my whole career
Beside this travelling Bird
No Life can pompless pass away --
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here --
How cordial is the mystery!
The hospitable Pall
A "this way" beckons spaciously --
A Miracle for all!
How soft a Caterpillar steps --
I fond one on my Hand
From such a velvet world it comes
Such plushes at command
Its soundless travels just arrest
My slow -- terrestrial eye
Intent upon its own career
What use has it for me --
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
Of Ignominy's due
Let all addicted to
The most obliging Trap
Its tendency to snap
Cannot resist --
Temptation is the Friend
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Life’s sun did set e’er well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
O why should truest Worth and Genius pine
Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,
While titled knaves and idiot-Greatness shine
In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
Like azure dried
'Tis Nature's buoyant juices
Without a vaunt or sheen
As casual as Rain
And as benign --
When most is part -- it comes --
Nor isolate it seems
Its Bond its Friend --
To fill its Fringed career
And aid an aged Year
Abundant end --
Its lot -- were it forgot --
This Truth endear --
Fidelity is gain
Creation is o'er --
Unlucky the hero born
In this province of the stuck record
Where the most watchful cooks go jobless
And the mayor's rôtisserie turns
Round of its own accord.
There's no career in the venture
Of riding against the lizard,
Himself withered these latter-days
To leaf-size from lack of action:
History's beaten the hazard.
The last crone got burnt up
More than eight decades back
With the love-hot herb, the talking cat,
But the children are better for it,
The cow milks cream an inch thick.