Time poems
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The Future
© John Gould Fletcher
After ten thousand centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
The Seventeenth Book Of Homer's Odysseys
© George Chapman
…
Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay
To The Night
© Ugo Foscolo
Maybe because you always have appeared
The image of that fatal rest to me,
O night! You come towards me so dear!
Escorted by the summer clouds with glee
And by the gentle breezes full of cheer,
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
Daedalus in Sicily
© Joseph Brodsky
All his life he was building something, inventing something.
Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
The Royal Mails
© Ralph Hodgson
For all its flowers and trailing bowers,
Its singing birds and streams,
The Father's Lament
© James Hogg
How can you bid this heart be blithe,
When blithe this heart can never be?
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
© Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.
… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis
Ingenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics.
The CodeHeroics
© Robert Frost
You didn't know. But James is one big fool.
He thought you meant to find fault with his work.
That's what the average farmer would have meant.
James had to take his time to chew it over
Before he acted; he's just got round to act.
Thy Beauty Fades
© Jones Very
Thy beauty fades and with it too my love,
For 'twas the self-same stalk that bore its flower;
Daniel Henry Deniehy
© Henry Kendall
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:
Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves and mournful mountain-springs.
To a Lady Before Marriage
© Thomas Tickell
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!
In War-Time: An Aspiration Of The Spirit
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord Jesus, as a little child,
Upon some high ascension day
When a great people goes to pay
Allegiance, and the tumult wild
Fragment. "It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon"
© Frances Anne Kemble
It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon
Was at her full, and shone upon the fields
The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)
© John Gay
Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-
Through all the employments of life
