Time poems
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Ode
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.
THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may dwell,
With discord, or ethereal music fraught,
One the loud mart wherein men buy and sell
Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,
And whiter than the mist that all day long
Had held the field of battle was the King:
To-Morrow
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The children out on the common,
They answer her dreary call,
And say, "He will come to-morrow!"
Who never will come at all.
The Garden of Shadow
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind
Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close
Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find
One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose.
The Hive At Gettysburg
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame,
So terrible alive,
Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, became
The wandering wild bees' hive;
The Dean Of Santiago
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Dean of Santiago on his mule
Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along,
The Southern Press
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
When a Negro comes in question you may watch the Southern press,
See how bias its opinions, how his ills are given stress,
Prominence is given headlines, when accused he is of crime,
Emphasizes all the evils of the Negro ev'ry time.
Es ist alles eitel
© Andreas Gryphius
Du siehst, wohin du siehst, nur Eitelkeit auf Erden.
Was dieser heute baut, reißt jener morgen ein;
Wo jetzund Städte stehn, wird eine Wiese sein,
Auf der ein Schäferskind wird spielen mit den Herden;
Maude.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A BALLAD OF THE OLDEN TIME.
Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While oer her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.
A Friends Greeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
The Shadow-Third
© Roderic Quinn
THEY met in the old conventional way,
And married, and that was the end
Of a little matter that touched three hearts
A girl, a man, and his friend.
Mediterranean Verses
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
The desert sand at day's swift flight
Drank of the dew--cold vivid night
Where Nile flows as he flowed
When first men reaped and sowed
The Sleeping City
© George Meredith
A Princess in the eastern tale
Paced thro' a marble city pale,
And saw in ghastly shapes of stone
The sculptured life she breathed alone;
Canto I: And Then Went Down to the Ship
© Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
Since Cleopatra Died
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
SINCE Cleopatra died! Long years are past,
In Antonys fancy, since the deed was done.
Noon On The Barrier Ranges
© Roderic Quinn
THE saltbush steeped in drowsy stillness lies,
The mulga seems to swoon,
A hawk hangs poised within the burning skies,
And it is noon.
The Reaper's Child
© Charles Lamb
If you go to the field where the reapers now bind
The sheaves of ripe corn, there a fine little lass,
Only three months of age, by the hedge-row you'll find,
Left alone by its mother upon the low grass.
An Ante-Bellum Sermon
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs,
In dis howlin' wildaness,
