Poems with rhymes of wages

Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;

On the ivory stages
But for the common wages

Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.

Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:

No vain brutish strife he wages,
Never uselessly he rages,

wages:
Besides, as they say, service is no inheritance in these ages.

Now riotous for wages,
She camps around her ancient port,
As ancient of the ages.

--Is this worth life, is this, to win for wages?
Lo, the dead mouths of the awful grey-grown ages,

There worst war the tempest wages,
And the hungry whirlpool rages.

Thou payest the wages
Of thy own work, through all ages.

But it was shown long since to man in ages
Lost as the name of the maker of it,
Who received oppression and shame for his wages--

The years are as thy garments, the world's ages
As sandals bound and loosed from thy swift feet;
Time serves before thee, as one that hath for wages

You may get a bland smile from these sages;
But should it, by chance, be imported from France,
Half-a-crown is stopped out of your wages!

Though young they are heirs of the ages,
Though few they are freemen and peers,
Plain workers—yet sure of the wages

There worst war the tempest wages
And the whirlpool’s hunger rages.

Let it be thy poet's wages
That henceforth thy gracious look
Lies reflected on its pages.

Faith, but he could tell a tale would serve a man for wages,
Sing a song would put the joy of dancin' in two sticks;
But Saints between themselves and harm that saw him in his rages,

And we're learning from fools and from sages
This is a story written of men
Who had to fight hard for their wages