Time poems
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Views Of Life
© Anne Brontë
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,
And life can show no joy for me;
And I behold a yawning tomb,
Where bowers and palaces should be;
Moon-Struck
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IT is a moor
Barren and treeless; lying high and bare
Beneath the archèd sky. The rushing winds
Fly over it, each with his strong bow bent
And quiver full of whistling arrows keen.
The Dead
© Mathilde Blind
Vibrations infinite of life in death,
As a star's travelling light survives its star!
So may we hold our lives, that when we are
The fate of those who then will draw this breath,
They shall not drag us to their judgment bar,
And curse the heritage which we bequeath.
Rivers Dont Gie Out
© William Barnes
The brook I left below the rank
Ov alders that do sheäde his bank,
Stanzas
© William Wordsworth
ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
The Moon re-entering her monthly round,
No faculty yet given me to espy
The dusky Shape within her arms imbound,
That thin memento of effulgence lost
Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost. .
Magdalen
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
I
A SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wet
With blood, except of freedom's foes;
That hope which, though its sun be set,
A Letter Written For My Daughter To A Lady, Who Had Presented Her With A Cap.
© Mary Barber
Your late kind Gift let me restore;
For I must never wear it more.
My Mother cries, ``What's here to do?
``A Crimson Velvet Cap for you!
The Hall Of Justice
© George Crabbe
Take, take away thy barbarous hand,
And let me to thy Master speak;
Remit awhile the harsh command,
And hear me, or my heart will break.
An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the
© Mather Byles
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,
And heard the fatal News,-"The Friend is dead.
As On A Holiday
© Friedrich Hölderlin
As on a holiday, when a farmer
Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,
Gualterus Danistonus, Ad Amicos. - And Imitation
© Matthew Prior
Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae,
Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis
These Two
© Harriet Monroe
It seems too short a time
For these two to grow tall
Of body and soul,
Grow into men, and hear the iron call,
and give their youth's bright hoard.
Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee: American Life in Poetry #77 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watry way,
Fixd on his voyage, thro the curling sea;
Thou Art Indeed Just
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes
Now, leav{`e}d how thick! lac{`e}d they are again
With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes
Them; birds build - but not I build; no, but strain,
Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty's Happy Recovery
© William Cowper
I ransack'd for a theme of song,
Much ancient chronicle, and long;
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story
© John Clare
The maids, impatient now old Goody ceased,
As restless children from the school released,
Right gladly proving, what she'd just foretold,
That young ones' stories were preferred to old,
Turn to the whisperings of their former joy,
That oft deceive, but very rarely cloy.
A Lament
© Katharine Tynan
CLOUDS is under clouds and rain
For there will not come again
Two, the beloved sire and son
Whom all gifts were rained upon.
To The Fossil Flower
© Jones Very
Dark fossil flower! I see thy leaves unrolled,
With all thy lines of beauty freshly marked,
Haunted Chambers
© Conrad Aiken
The lamp-lit page is turned, the dream forgotten;
The music changes tone, you wake, remember
Deep worlds you lived before, deep worlds hereafter
Of leaf on falling leaf, music on music,
Rain and sorrow and wind and dust and laughter.
