Bartlett's Poems for Occasions
Bartlett's Poems for Occasions, an entertaining, thought-provoking companion to the bestselling Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, is the book to turn to for any circumstance -- from birth to death and everything in between.
Under the direction of esteemed poet and writer Geoffrey O'Brien, Bartlett's Poems for Occasions will inspire you to turn to poetry to celebrate a new baby or marriage, toast a colleague, cheer a graduate, honor a birthday, deliver a eulogy, or add zest to a holiday party. It is the perfect solution to the age-old question, What should I say?
THE WORKING LIFE
LOVE AND PASSION
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
Why so pale and wan fond lover
YOUTH AND ITS PLEASURES
RETIREMENT FROM WORK AND FROM THE WORLD
On the Death of
Sleep brings no joy
THE HUMAN CONDITION
SEPARATIONS AND FAREWELLS
ENDURANCE RESISTANCE AND SURVIVAL
PUBLIC MOMENTS AND ULTIMATE MATTERS
IN TIME OF WAR
FROM THE AMERICAN STORY
THE UNKNOWN AND THE UNKNOWABLE
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A. E. HOUSMAN agent AMERICAN auld auld lang syne beautiful birds blue boughs breath buyer client clouds cold cuckoo dark dead death delight doth dream E. E. CUMMINGS earth eyes fall fire flowers friends Goddamm gone green hand happy hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills home inspectors inspection kiss laugh leaves light live look mind MOMENTS AND ULTIMATE moon morning never night o'er Oh stay pleasure poems poetry poets rain real estate remember Ring river ROBERT ROBERT FROST ROBERT HERRICK roof rose round seller shadows silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spring stars summer sweet tell thee things thou thoughts TRANSLATED tree TRUMBULL STICKNEY ULTIMATE MATTERS VINCENT MILLAY voice wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ENGLISH wind winter Wit to woo wood
Page 25 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.