Top 100 Poems About: RETIREMENT

In this page, poems on / about “retirement” are listed.
  • 1.

    O, let me be alone a while,
    No human form is nigh.
    And may I sing and muse aloud,
    No mortal ear is by. read more »

    Anne Brontë
  • 2.

    Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face,
    God's foot-stool, and man's dwelling-place.
    I ask not why the first Believer
    Did love to be a country liver? read more »

    Henry Vaughan
  • 3.
    On Retirement

    A HERMIT'S house beside a stream
    With forests planted round,
    Whatever it to you may seem read more »

    Philip Freneau
  • 4.

    Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
    From strife and tumult far;
    From scenes where Satan wages still
    His most successful war. read more »

    William Cowper
  • 5.

    Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar,
    Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more,
    But which, when life at ebb runs weak and low, read more »

    William Cowper
  • 6.

    My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
    As that which dares to teach that we are born
    For battle only, and that in this life
    The soul, if it would burn with starlike power, read more »

    Henry Timrod
  • 7.

    When in the crimson cloud of Even,
    The lingering light decays,
    And Hesper on the front of Heaven
    His glittering gem displays! read more »

    James Beattie
  • 8.

    It is time to be old,
    To take in sail:--
    The god of bounds,
    Who sets to seas a shore, read more »

    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • 9.
    The Retirement Of Mars

    He pauses on his way, and gazing back
    across the desert ways of splintered steel
    recalls the noon, and sees his weary track, read more »

    Leon Gellert
  • 10.

    I used to sing, when I was young,
    The joy of idleness;
    But now I'm grey I hold my tongue,
    For frankly I confess read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 11.
    Retired Shopman

    He had the grocer's counter-stoop,
    That little man so grey and neat;
    His moustache had a doleful droop,
    He hailed me in the slushy street. read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 12.
    To My Father (Upon His Retirement)

    In all the land our race was once excelling.
    In richer regions it e'en now possesses
    Broad seats and fruitful; but by fate's hard stresses read more »

    Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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