Time poems
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Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep
My little lambs are folded like the flocks;
The Master-Man
© Roderic Quinn
O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,
Which yet shall dew with crimson dew
The green coasts of our continent,
I know not where to look for you!
Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
© William Lisle Bowles
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound
Of dashing waves; I gaze intent around;
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
The Legend Of Hamilton Tighe
© Richard Harris Barham
The Captain is walking his quarter-deck,
With a troubled brow and a bended neck;
One eye is down through the hatchway cast,
The other turns up to the truck on the mast;
Yet none of the crew may venture to hint
'Our Skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!'
A Good Time Going!
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BRAVE singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
Welcome Home
© Thomas Hardy
To my native place
Bent upon returning,
Bosom all day burning
To be where my race
Well were known, 'twas much with me
There to dwell in amity.
The Stwonen Bwoy Upon The Pillar
© William Barnes
Wi' smokeless tuns an' empty halls,
An' moss a-clingèn to the walls,
Farewell To Arcady
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
With sombre mien, the Evening gray
Comes nagging at the heels of Day,
And driven faster and still faster
Before the dusky-mantled Master,
The light fades from her fearful eyes,
She hastens, stumbles, falls, and dies.
Hopes
© Edith Nesbit
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers,
Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss,
And after winter's cold, unlovely hours,
Laughs out to find how beautiful she is.
Sonnet To Byron
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but]
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair
The ministration of the thoughts that fill
Daphne
© Jonathan Swift
Daphne knows, with equal ease,
How to vex, and how to please;
But the folly of her sex
Makes her sole delight to vex.
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Dream Song 2
© John Berryman
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar
there, no sweet freeway, and no premises
for business purposes,
no loiterers or needers. Henry are
baffled. Have ev'ybody head for Maine,
utility-man take a train?
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
The Boys Appeal
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
O say, dear sister, are you coming
Forth to the fields with me?
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick
© Samuel Johnson
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes
First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;
Heard On The Mountain
© Francis Thompson
Soon I distinguished, yet as tone which veils confuse and smother,
Amid this voice two voices, one commingled with the other,
Which did from off the land and seas even to the heavens aspire;
Chanting the universal chant in simultaneous quire.
And I distinguished them amid that deep and rumorous sound,
As who beholds two currents thwart amid the fluctuous profound.
