Time poems
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Empty
© Ada Cambridge
Can this be my poem?-this poor fragment
Of bald thought in meanest language dressed!
Can this string of rhymes be my sweep poem?
All its poetry wholly unexpressed!
The English Revolution Of 1848
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
HO ye that nothing have to lose! ho rouse ye, one and all!
Come from the sinks of the New Cut, the purlieus of Vauxhall!
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
© John Donne
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
Sweet Fern
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The subtle power in perfume found
Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;
On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound
No censer idly burned.
At School-Close
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.
On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage
© William Cowper
Time was when I was free as air,
The thistle's downy seed my fare,
When My Ship Comes In
© Edgar Albert Guest
You shall have satin and silk to wear,
When my ship comes in;
Life and Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
What Hidden Sweetness Is There
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!
The Worlds Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YES, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;
The Gift Of Play
© Edgar Albert Guest
Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,
Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.
Resignation
© Alfred Austin
Since we the march of Time can not arrest,
Keep you in step with him till Time shall end:
The Golden Age
© Alfred Austin
Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!
Lines Written As A School Exercise At Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis 14
© William Wordsworth
"AND has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Two hundred times around the ring of heaven,
Since Science first, with all her sacred train,
Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?
Chore Time
© Jean Blewett
WHEN I'm at gran'dad's on the farm,
I hear along 'bout six o'clock,
Just when I'm feelin' snug an' warm,
'Ho, Bobby, come and feed your stock.'
Madrigal.
© Robert Crawford
When morn is wandering on the seas,
And birds are singing in the trees,
And all the time is flushed with flowers,
And youth is in these hearts of ours
Arabian Night's Entertainments
© William Ernest Henley
Once on a time
There was a little boy: a master-mage
Change and Death
© Charles Harpur
We build but for change and for death,
To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
The Voyage
© Heinrich Heine
As at times a moonbeam pierces
Through the thickest cloudy rack,
So to me, through days so dreary,
One bright image struggles back.
