Time poems
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The Story Of Glaucus The Thessalian
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Up to the deep founts of the tenderest eyes
That e'er have shone, I think, since in some dell
Of Argos and enchanted Thessaly,
The poet, from whose heart-lit brain it came,
Murmured this record unto her he loved?
Recollection of the Arabian Nights
© Alfred Tennyson
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
Il Cinque Maggio (English)
© Alessandro Manzoni
HE was -- As motionless as lay,
First mingled with the dead,
The Fall Of The Leaf
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Earnest and sad the solemn tale
That the sighing winds give back,
The Abencerrage : Canto I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.
Regret
© Celia Thaxter
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away
Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,
Pentadii
© Richard Lovelace
PENTADII.
Non est, fulleris, haec beata non est
Quod vos creditis esse, vita non est:
Fulgentes manibus videre gemmas
Good-Night In War-Time
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
(To Alexander Smith)
The stars we saw arise are high above,
An Unpraised Picture
© Richard Francis Burton
I SAW a picture once by Angelo.
Unfinished, said the critic; done in youth;
To My Old Readers
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Nor be forgotten our ANNEXES twain,
Nor HE, the owner of the squinting brain,
Which, while its curious fancies we pursue,
Oft makes us question, "Are we crack-brained too?"
My Father's Chair
© Rudyard Kipling
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair-
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.
I sits on all of 'em fair and square,
And that is reason it don't break down.
At The Gill-Nets
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Tug at the net,
Haul at the net,
Strip off the quivering fish;
Hid in the mist
The winds whist,
Is like my heart's wish.
A Riddle, On The Letter E
© George Gordon Byron
The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space,
The beginning of every end, and the end of every place.
Written After Leaving Her At New Burns
© William Cowper
How quick the change from joy to woe!
How chequered is our lot below!
Under The Old Elm
© James Russell Lowell
Placid completeness, life without a fall
From faith or highest aims, truth's breachless wall,
Surely if any fame can bear the touch,
His will say 'Here!' at the last trumpet's call,
The unexpressive man whose life expressed so much.
To A Cathedral Tower: On The Evening Of The Thirty-Fifth Anniversay of Waterloo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
And since thou art no older, 'tis to-day!
And I, entranced,-with the wide sense of gods
Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes
© Amy Lowell
Still, but alert;
And my heart is still and alert,
Passive with sunshine,
Avid of adventure.
How The Babes In The Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A man of kind and noble mind
Was H. Gustavus Hyde.
'Twould be amiss to add to this
At present, for he died,
In full possession of his senses,
The day before my tale commences.
