Time poems
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The Pier-Glass
© Robert Graves
Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
The Little Gable Window
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
There's a little gable window in a cottage far away,
Where a child in purple twilights used to softly kneel and pray,
While across the marge of evening fell the darkness, and the stars
Peeped in tender benediction over Heaven's silver bars.
The Old Gray Wall
© Bliss William Carman
Children roving the fields
With early flowers in spring,
Old men turning to look,
When they heard a blue-bird sing,
The Menagerie
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
The rejected word "peace"
At the beginning of an outraged era;
A church lamp in a grotto
And the air of mountain lands
Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
© Samuel Johnson
Ere shall they not, who resolute explore
Times gloomy backward with judicious eyes;
And scanning right the practice of yore,
Shall deem our hoar progenitors unwise.
Nothing To Laugh At
© Edgar Albert Guest
'Taint nothin' to laugh at as I can see!
If you'd been stung by a bumble bee,
Love's Anguish
© Marian Osborne
SHALL I with lethal draughts drowse every thought
And let the days pass by with silent tread,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
Anhelli - Chapter 1
© Juliusz Slowacki
Exiles came to the land of Siberia, and having chosen a broad site they built a
wooden house that they might dwell together in concord and brotherly love; and
there were of them about a thousand men of various stations in life.
Vigil
© William Ernest Henley
Lived on one's back,
In the long hours of repose,
Life is a practical nightmare -
Hideous asleep or awake.
A Parting Health
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,
'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.
Sea-Mews In Winter Time
© Jean Ingelow
I walked beside a dark gray sea.
And said, "O world, how cold thou art!
Thou poor white world, I pity thee,
For joy and warmth from thee depart.
Song Of Nature
© Henry David Thoreau
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gull of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Time that feeds love dies to die no more,
Immortal hours, dear friends, were yours and mine;
The Three Gossips' Wager
© Jean de La Fontaine
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
The Complaint Of New Amsterdam
© Jacob Steendam
I'm a grandchild of the Gods
Who on th' Amstel have abodes;
Whence their orders forth are sent
Swift for aid and punishment.
A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of King George
© Richard Savage
He said.-Again, with Majesty refin'd,
Up-wing'd to Realms of Bliss, th'Ætherial Mind.
