Time poems
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Cornered
© Edgar Albert Guest
I KNEW it was comin', I'd watched fer a year
Without sayin' a word to a soul excep' Ma
A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
© Mary Barber
Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse,
Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse,
My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild:
``This Mr. Macmullen has ruin'd my Child:
Lucretius
© Alfred Tennyson
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,
The Scholar's Relapse
© William Shenstone
By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill,
Where whisper'd the beech, and where murmur'd the rill,
I vow'd to the Muses my time and my care,
Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.
Akhtamar
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Beside the laughing lake of Van
A little hamlet lies;
Each night into the waves a man
Leaps under darkened skies.
Sonnet XXIX: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'd
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it,
Into the sacred bosom of my dearest;
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
Twas CrisisAll the length had passed
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas CrisisAll the length had passed
That dullbenumbing time
There is in Fever or Event
And now the Chance had come
My Jolly Friend's Secret
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,
Since you've taken you a mate?--
The Seaside And The Fireside : Dedication
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,
Hears round about him voices as it darkens,
And seeing not the forms from which they come,
Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens;
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Initiation
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The wind has fal'n asleep; the bough that tost
Is quiet; the warm sun's gone; the wide light
Sinks and is almost lost;
Yet the April day glows on within my mind
Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)
© William Makepeace Thackeray
I paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
