Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THROUGH TOIL, by AMOS LUNT HINDS First Line: I hold it better far that one should rule Last Line: To sluggish souls, -- nor his transcendent peace. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
I HOLD it better far that one should rule Imperious tempers with a sinewy will, Than, amiable and passionless of soul, With folded hands amid life's din sit still. Since, though ofttimes the battle goeth hard, Strength comes with struggle, and wild olive leaves Twined round a brow begrimed and battle-scarred Mean more to noble men and nobler gods Than costliest purples of inglorious ease. Though tired men through toil-encumbered years Seek restful havens, lotus-lands of dreams, Who that hath seen doth evermore forget What glory o'er his burnished armor gleams Who fights with grosser self, or crushes down With stalwart blows the vices of his age, Thridding the austere heights of chaste renown? The victor's joy Fate nevermore reveals To sluggish souls, -- nor his transcendent peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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