Time poems

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Words From The Wind

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I called to the wind of the Winter,
As he sped like a steed on his way,
"Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey,
And answer these questions, I pray.

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Under Especial Blessing

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Lord Christ, Lord Christ, ah for a little space

Turn hence. Some day, when I again am low

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What A Baby Costs

© Edgar Albert Guest

"How much do babies cost?" said he

The other night upon my knee;

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To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair

© Robert Herrick

Am I despised, because you say;

And I dare swear, that I am gray?

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The Black Knight

© Madison Julius Cawein

I had not found the road too short,

As once I had in days of youth,

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I’m an Older Man Than You

© Henry Lawson

WHEN you’ve managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sort
And you find the coat or trousers are an inch or so too short,
Do not fret and swear and worry, make the tailor see you through—
I have been through many new suits, I’m an older man than you.

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Inasmuch As Ye Did It Not . . .

© Edith Nesbit

If Jesus came to London,

Came to London to-day,

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Fie On Love

© Francis Beaumont

Now fie on foolish love, it not befits

Or man or woman know it.

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The Call Of The Far -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

Ever I am restless

I am athirst for the far.

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Childhood

© Jens Baggesen

There was a time when I was very small,
  When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,
  And therefore I recall it with delight.

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On Early Trains

© Boris Pasternak

This winter I was outside Moscow,
But when the time for work came round,
Through the blizzard, biting frost and snow,
I made the journey into town.

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Eclogue X

© Virgil

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,

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Tasso Dying

© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

But it's too late! I stand before the fatal borne.
  To wild applause I won't step on Capitoline,
And glory's laurels on my feeble head
  Won't sweeten the bard's frightful lot.

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Tale XX

© George Crabbe

flown:
All swept away, to be perceived no more,
Like idle structures on the sandy shore,
The chance amusement of the playful boy,
That the rude billows in their rage destroy.
  Poor George confess'd, though loth the truth to

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Song Of The American Indian

© William Lisle Bowles

Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb

  The heights of yonder hills sublime;

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The Arrow of His Glance

© Mirabai

Friend, the arrow of his glance struck


my eyes;

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Musette

© Henri Murger

Yesterday, watching the swallows' flight

That bring the spring and the season fair,

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With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

  I’ve taken my abode—

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A Vagrant Heart

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,

When the winds are out and calling to this vagrant heart of mine.

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Le Pont Mirabeau {French}

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.