Time poems
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The Girl Martyr
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;
His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;
But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield
Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field
None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom
That hoverd oer his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb.
The Tale Of A Pony
© Francis Bret Harte
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"
Surname, tolerable only in prose;
To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame'
© George Meredith
Not vainly doth the earnest voice of man
Call for the thing that is his pure desire!
Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,
Parable Of The Madman
© Friedrich Nietzsche
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
hours,
At The Seaside
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SOLITARY shining sea
That ripples in the sun,
O gray and melancholy sea,
O'er which the shadows run;
Truth
© John Kenyon
"Truth may lie fossil in some cave, no doubt;
But 'twere a mad success to win her out." Rhymed Plea for Tolerance.
Crazed
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
I will arise and go upon my way.
It may be that the leaves of Autumn hid
His footsteps from me; it may be the snows.
I Cant Touch The Sun
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
No I can't touch the clouds for you I've never reached the sun for you
I've never done the things that you need done for you
I've stretched as high as I can reach I guess I'm not the one for you
Cause I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
No I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun
Mare Rubrum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FLASH out a stream of blood-red wine,
For I would drink to other days,
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Voltaire and Rousseau, these were thy twin priests,
Proud Mother Nature, on thy opening day.
The first with bitter gibes perplexed the feasts
Of thy high rival, and prepared the way;
Shearers Song
© Anonymous
Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!
Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.
© Henry James Pye
Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.
Immorality
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Have you heard, my friend, the slander that the Negro has to face?
Immorality, the grossest, has been charged up to his race.
Listen, listen to my story, as I now proceed to tell
Of conditions in the Southland, where the mass of Negroes dwell.
Clerk Saunders
© Andrew Lang
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
Walked ower yon garden green;
And sad and heavy was the love
That fell thir twa between.
The Sentence Of John L. Brown
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ho! thou who seekest late and long
A License from the Holy Book
For brutal lust and fiendish wrong,
Man of the Pulpit, look!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once on a time, some centuries ago,
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars
