Time poems
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Ballade Of The Breakfast Table
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Autocratesses, forgive my heat,
But isn't it time to change that stuff?
Small is the benison I entreat--
Why don't they ever have spoons enough?
When The Rain Is On The Roof
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord, I am poor, and know not how to speak,
But since Thou art so great,
Thou needest not that I should speak to Thee well.
All angels speak unto Thee well.
The Departure. AN ELEGY.
© Henry King
VVere I to leave no more then a good friend,
Or but to hear the summons to my end,
(Which I have long'd for) I could then with ease
Attire my grief in words, and so appease
The Old-Fashioned Pair
© Edgar Albert Guest
'Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs,
And a porch that seems made for just two easy chairs;
Concert Party: Busseboom
© Edmund Blunden
The stage was set, the house was packed,
The famous troop began;
Our laughter thundered, act by act;
Time light as sunbeams ran.
I'm sorry for the DeadToday
© Emily Dickinson
I'm sorry for the DeadToday
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences
It's time o' year for Hay.
Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
© William Wordsworth
MARK the concentred hazels that enclose
Yon old grey Stone, protected from the ray
Of noontide suns:--and even the beams that play
And glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows,
Idyll X. The Two Workmen
© Theocritus
What now, poor o'erworked drudge, is on thy mind?
No more in even swathe thou layest the corn:
Thy fellow-reapers leave thee far behind,
As flocks a ewe that's footsore from a thorn.
By noon and midday what will be thy plight
If now, so soon, thy sickle fails to bite?
Willie's Question
© George MacDonald
I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.
When you go Away
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.
The Veairy Veet That I Do Meet
© William Barnes
When dewy fall's red leaves do vlee
Along the grass below the tree,
The Lord Is King
© George Wither
The Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright:
He clothed with strength appeareth,
And girt with powerful might.
Tauler
© John Greenleaf Whittier
And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
Come Back to St Andrews
© Robert Fuller Murray
Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea
Come back to St. Andrews-St. Andrews and me.
San Stefano
© Sir Henry Newbolt
She'd a right fighting company, three hundred men and more,
Nine and forty guns in tackle running free;
And they cheered her from the shore for her colours at the fore,
When the bold _Menelaus_ put to sea.
