Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

And still be doing, never done.

And still be doing, never done.

All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
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.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
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It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
of work he is to do in this universe.

Work is a necessary evil to be avoided.

Work is a necessary evil to be avoided.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

Nothing will work unless you do.

Nothing will work unless you do.