Time poems
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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
A Tale. June 1793
© William Cowper
In Scotland's realm, where trees are few
Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;
The Distracted Puritan
© Richard Corbet
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
Second Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
The heart of childhood is all mirth:
We frolic to and fro
As free and blithe, as if on earth
Were no such thing as woe.
On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt
© John Keats
MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet
Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain
With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete
© James Russell Lowell
Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme,
With gladness of a heart long quenched in mould
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
My Portrait Gallery
© James Russell Lowell
Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze,
By Memory reared, the artist wise and holy,
The Chip On Your Shoulder
© Edgar Albert Guest
Youll learn when you're older, that chip on your shoulder
Which you dare other boys to upset
Fragment II
© Giacomo Leopardi
The light of day was fading in the west,
The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;
The Sheep And The Bramble-Bush
© John Cunningham
A Thick-Twisted brake, in the time of a storm,
Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep:
So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm,
It quietly sooth'd him asleep.
In A Glass Of Water before Retiring
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Now the day
Burns away.
Most austere
Night is here
Time for sleep.
The Rivals
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,
I When I was ruther young, you know,
The Good, Old-Fashioned People
© James Whitcomb Riley
The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!
Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On the road to Ypres, on the long road,
Marching strong,
We'll sing a song of Ypres, of her glory
And her wrong.
Song II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HO! fetch me the winecup! fill up to the brim!
For my heart has grown cold, and my vision is dim,
And I fain would bring back for a moment the glow,
The swift passion that age has long chilled with its snow;
Influence Of Time on Grief
© William Lisle Bowles
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence,
The Faery Foster-Mother
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
BRIGHT Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a wedded wife a twelvemonth and a day,
