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Written by Isaac Watts | Create an image from this poem

Against Idleness and Mischief

 How doth the little busy Bee 
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!

How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.

In Works of Labour or of Skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some Mischief still
For idle Hands to do.

In Books, or Work, or healthful Play
Let my first Years be past,
That I may give for every Day
Some good Account at last.


Written by Jane Taylor | Create an image from this poem

The Good-Natured Girls

 Two good little children, named Mary and Ann, 
Both happily live, as good girls always can; 
And though they are not either sullen or mute, 
They seldom or never are heard to dispute. 

If one wants a thing that the other would like­
Well,­what do they do? Must they quarrel and strike? 
No, each is so willing to give up her own, 
That such disagreements are there never known. 

If one of them happens to have something nice, 
Directly she offers her sister a slice; 
And never, like some greedy children, would try
To eat in a corner with nobody by! 

When papa or mamma has a job to be done; 
These good little children immediately run; 
Nor dispute whether this or the other should go,
They would be ashamed to behave themselves so! 

Whatever occurs, in their work or their play, 
They are willing to yield, and give up their own way: 
Then now let us try their example to mind, 
And always, like them, be obliging and kind.
Written by Paul Laurence Dunbar | Create an image from this poem

Phyllis

Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,
Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,
[Pg 75]Ever to youth should each day be a May-day,
Warm wind and rose-breath and diamonded dew—
Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.
Oh for the sunlight that shines on a May-day!
Only the cloud hangeth over my life.
Love that should bring me youth's happiest heyday
Brings me but seasons of sorrow and strife;
Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.
Sunshine or shadow, or gold day or gray day,
Life must be lived as our destinies rule;
Leisure or labor or work day or play day—
Feasts for the famous and fun for the fool;
Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.

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