Time poems
/ page 172 of 792 /Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,
Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.
As Celia With Her Sparrow Playd
© Thomas Parnell
As Celia with her Sparrow playd
She took a glass unseen
He is more than a hero
© Sappho
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes-
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you - he
Tale III
© George Crabbe
bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their
Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
The Tomb Of Laius
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Rises a tomb--like stony mass
Amid the bosky mountain--bases;
It seems no work of human care,
But many rocks split off from one:
Laius, the Theban king, lies there,--
His murderer dipus, his son.
A Glimpse Of Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs,
And the silence of dead feet
Locked wildly in one another's arms
I saw two lovers meet.
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
You may forget but
© Sappho
You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us
A Fragment
© Washington Allston
But most they wondered at the charm she gave
To common things, that seemed as from the grave
John Smith
© Eugene Field
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be
With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea;
The Island Of Endless Play
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.
Psalm LXXXI. (81)
© John Milton
To God our strength sing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,
To Jacobs God, that all may hear
Loud acclamations ring.
The Widow To Her Hour-Glass
© Robert Bloomfield
Come, friend, I'll turn thee up again:
Companion of the lonely hour!
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
How The Fire Queen Crossed The Swamp
© William Henry Ogilvie
The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
And the teamsters camped on the Wilga range and swore at the rising flood;
For one by one they had tried the trip, double and treble teams,
And one after one each desert-ship had dropped to her axle-beams;
So they thonged their leaders and pulled them round to the camp on the sandhill's crown,
And swore by the bond of a blood-red oath to wait till the floods went down.
The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang
© Anonymous
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;
A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.
'Tis of those gallant heroes, Game fighters one and all;
And we'll sit and sing, Long Live the King,
Dunn,Gilbert, and Ben Hall.