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Written by Richard Wilbur | Create an image from this poem

A Fire-Truck

 Right down the shocked street with a
 siren-blast
That sends all else skittering to the
 curb,
Redness, brass, ladders and hats hurl
 past,
 Blurring to sheer verb,

Shift at the corner into uproarious gear
And make it around the turn in a squall
 of traction,
The headlong bell maintaining sure and
 clear,
 Thought is degraded action!

Beautiful, heavy, unweary, loud,
 obvious thing!
I stand here purged of nuance, my
 mind a blank.
All I was brooding upon has taken wing, And I have you to thank.
As you howl beyond hearing I carry you into my mind, Ladders and brass and all, there to admire Your phoenix-red simplicity, enshrined In that not extinguished fire.


Written by Thomas Moore | Create an image from this poem

An Expostulation to Lord King

 How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all
The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn,
When you know, if one hasn't a very high rental,
'Tis hardly worth while being very high born?

Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life,
On a question, my Lord, there's so much to abhor in?
A question - like asking one, "How is your wife?" --
At once so confounded domestic and foreign.
As to weavers, no matter how poorly they feast; But Peers, and such animals, fed up for show, (Like the well-physick'd elephant, lately deceas'd,) Take wonderful quantum of cramming, you know.
You might see, my dear Baron, how bor'd and distrest Were their high noble hearts by your merciless tale, When the force of the agony wrung even a jest From the frugal Scotch wit of my Lord L-d-d-le! Bright Peer! to whom Nature and Berwickshire gave A humour, endow'd with effects so provoking, That, when the whole House looks unusually grave, You may always conclude that Lord L-d-d-le's joking! And then, those unfortunate weavers of Perth - Not to know the vast difference Providence dooms Between weavers of Perth and Peers of high birth, 'Twixt those who have heir-looms, and those who've but looms! "To talk now of starving!" - as great Ath-l said -- (and nobles all cheer'd, and the bishops all wonder'd,) "When, some years ago, he and others had fed Of these same hungry devils about fifteen hundred!" It follows from hence - and the Duke's very words Should be publish'd wherever poor rogues of this craft are -- That weavers,once rescued from starving by Lords, Are bound to be starved by said Lords ever after.
When Rome was uproarious, her knowing patricians Made "Bread and the Circus" a cure for each row; But not so the plan of our noble physicians, "No Bread and the Tread-mill" 's the regimen now.
So cease, my dear Baron of Ockham, your prose, As I shall my poetry -- neither convinces; And all we have spoken and written but show, When you tread on a nobleman's corn, how he winces.
Written by Robert William Service | Create an image from this poem

The Worlds All Right

 Be honest, kindly, simple, true;
Seek good in all, scorn but pretence;
Whatever sorrow come to you,
Believe in Life's Beneficence!

The World's all right; serene I sit,
And cease to puzzle over it.
There's much that's mighty strange, no doubt; But Nature knows what she's about; And in a million years or so We'll know more than to-day we know.
Old Evolution's under way -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Could things be other than they are? All's in its place, from mote to star.
The thistledown that flits and flies Could drift no hair-breadth otherwise.
What is, must be; with rhythmic laws All Nature chimes, Effect and Cause.
The sand-grain and the sun obey -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Just try to get the Cosmic touch, The sense that "you" don't matter much.
A million stars are in the sky; A million planets plunge and die; A million million men are sped; A million million wait ahead.
Each plays his part and has his day -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Just try to get the Chemic view: A million million lives made "you".
In lives a million you will be Immortal down Eternity; Immortal on this earth to range, With never death, but ever change.
You always were, and will be aye -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Be glad! And do not blindly grope For Truth that lies beyond our scope: A sober plot informeth all Of Life's uproarious carnival.
Your day is such a little one, A gnat that lives from sun to sun; Yet gnat and you have parts to play -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
And though it's written from the start, Just act your best your little part.
Just be as happy as you can, And serve your kind, and die -- a man.
Just live the good that in you lies, And seek no guerdon of the skies; Just make your Heaven here, to-day -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Remember! in Creation's swing The Race and not the man's the thing.
There's battle, murder, sudden death, And pestilence, with poisoned breath.
Yet quick forgotten are such woes; On, on the stream of Being flows.
Truth, Beauty, Love uphold their sway -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
The World's all right; serene I sit, And joy that I am part of it; And put my trust in Nature's plan, And try to aid her all I can; Content to pass, if in my place I've served the uplift of the Race.
Truth! Beauty! Love! O Radiant Day -- What ho! the World's all right, I say.

Book: Shattered Sighs