Time poems
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A Play Festival In Ogden Park
© Harriet Monroe
Oh gay and shining June time!
Oh meadow brave and bright,
The Silken Shoe
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE firelight danced and wavered
In elvish, twinkling glee
On the leaves and crimson berries
Of the great green Christmas Tree;
Tarantula, Or The Dance Of Death
© Anthony Evan Hecht
During the plague I came into my own.
It was a time of smoke-pots in the house
Against infection. The blind head of bone
Grinned its abuse
The Hunting Horn Of Chalemagne
© Caroline Norton
Heard midst the rushing of the torrent's fall,
From castled crag to roofless ruin'd hall,
Down the ravine's precipitous descent,
Thro' the wild forest's rustling boughs it went,
Upon the lake's blue bosom linger'd fond,
And faintly answer'd from the hills beyond:
Lynching
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?
'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,
How the mobs the laws have trampled, both the human and divine,
In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.
Saarijarven Paavo
© Johan Ludvig Runeberg
Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark now,
I shall dig out twice as many ditches,
And await then from the Lord the increase.
The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady
© George Meredith
Our world believes it stabler if the soft
Are whipped to show the face repentance wears.
Then hear it, in a moan of atheist gloom,
Deplore the weedy growth of hypocrites;
Count Nature devilish, and accept for doom
The chasm between our passions and our wits!
Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear
© Dorothy Parker
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass,
Painter or plumber or never-do-well,
Do me a favor and shut your face
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
The Morning Quatrains
© Charles Cotton
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago,
'Tis time we now dull sleep forego;
The Witch of Wenham
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
Along Crane River's sunny slopes
Blew warm the winds of May,
And over Naumkeag's ancient oaks
The green outgrew the gray.
The Latter Peace
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WE have passed the noonday summit,
We have left the noonday heat,
And down the hillside slowly
Descend our weary feet.
Yet the evening airs are balmy,
And the evening shadows sweet.
The Famous Speech-Maker Of England Or Baron (Alias Barren) Lovels Charge At The Assizes At Exon, Ap
© Jonathan Swift
From London to Exon,
By special direction,
Came down the world's wonder,
Sir Salathiel Blunder,
Breitmanns Going To Church
© Charles Godfrey Leland
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille,
In de town of Tennessee,
Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd
Mit all his cavallrie.
The Leaf
© Mikhail Lermontov
A little oak leaf tore off from its branch
Was driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;
Dried up and withered from the cold, the heat and sorrow
It finally alit by the Black Sea shore.
Pain And Time Strive Not
© William Morris
What part of the dread eternity
Are those strange minutes that I gain,
Mazed with the doubt of love and pain,
When I thy delicate face may see,
A little while before farewell?
We've Had A Letter From The Boy
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've had a letter from the boy,
And oh, the gladness and the joy
Sonnet XV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam,
And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,
And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid stream
Across the fretted rock is heard to flow,
The Battle Of The Lake Regillus
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI.
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