Time poems
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© 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.
Under Especial Blessing
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord Christ, Lord Christ, ah for a little space
Turn hence. Some day, when I again am low
What A Baby Costs
© Edgar Albert Guest
"How much do babies cost?" said he
The other night upon my knee;
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?
The Black Knight
© Madison Julius Cawein
I had not found the road too short,
As once I had in days of youth,
Im an Older Man Than You
© Henry Lawson
WHEN youve 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, Im an older man than you.
The Call Of The Far -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Ever I am restless
I am athirst for the far.
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.
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.
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.
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
Song Of The American Indian
© William Lisle Bowles
Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb
The heights of yonder hills sublime;
Musette
© Henri Murger
Yesterday, watching the swallows' flight
That bring the spring and the season fair,
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.
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.