Time poems
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Cities Vagabonds
© Arthur Rimbaud
These are cities!
And this is the people for whom these
Alleghenys and Lebanons of dream have been raised!
Castles of wood and crystal move on tracks and invisible winches.
Peruvian Tales: Aciloe, Tale V
© Helen Maria Williams
Character of ZAMOR , a bard-His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley-The Peruvian tribe prepare to defend themselves-A battle-The PERUVIANS are vanquished-ACILOE'S father is made a prisoner, and ZAMOR is supposed to have fallen in the engagement-ALPHONSO becomes enamoured of ACILOE -Offers to marry her-She rejects him-In revenge he puts her father to the torture-She appears to consent, in order to save him-Meets ZAMOR in a wood-LAS CASAS joins them-Leads the two lovers to ALPHONSO , and obtains their freedom-ZAMOR conducts ACILOE and her father to Chili-A reflection on the influence of Poetry over the human mind.
Monument Mountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
_When I wuz ist a little bit_
_o' weenty-teenty kid_
_I maked up a Fairy-tale,_
_all by myse'f, I did:--_
Tom Van Arden
© James Whitcomb Riley
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
A Revery
© Katherine Philips
DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,
And conquerours, and all those glorious things,
John Keats
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE weltering London ways where children weep
And girls whom none call maidens laugh,strange road
The Temple Of Vishnu
© Harriet Monroe
Grand Cañon of Arizona
Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead. Long dead
Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Good was the dinner, better was the talk;
Some whispered, devious was the homeward walk;
The story came from some reporting spy,
They lie, those fellows, oh, how they do lie!
Not ours those foot-tracks in the new-fallen snow,
Poets and sages never zigzagged so!
On the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To the Lord Privy Seal
Contending kings, and fields of death, too long
"Love I have served, for such length of time"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Now God save me from love, and loving again,
Except love of Her whom we should love here,
Through whom every mans redeemed from sin.
The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
Sleep And Poetry
© John Keats
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
1
O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
Ode to a Man of Letters
© John Logan
Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.
The Soldier's Dream
© Thomas Campbell
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
