Work Without Hope by Samuel Coleridge
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth
Against Lying by Isaac Watts
Good-Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
Count That Day Lost by George Eliot
Work Without Hope by Samuel Coleridge
Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I've a Pain in my Head by Jane Austen
Jealousy by Rupert Brooke
Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.