Time poems
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On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
© Benjamin Jonson
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to form unto my zealous Muse
100,000 Pennies
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I broke into the bank on Sunday,
You should see the money I got.
I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday,
'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot.
Durer's 'Melencholia'
© Edward Dowden
THE bow of promise, this lost flaring star,
Terror and hope are in mid-heaven; but She,
Theory And Practice
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,
Warning the sinners from the broad highway
The Cable Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O lonely bay of Trinity,
O dreary shores, give ear!
Lean down unto the white-lipped sea
The voice of God to hear!
Kingdom Coming
© Henry Clay Work
De massa run? ha, ha!
De darkey stay? ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kingdom comin',
An' de year of Jubilo!
Neros Incendiary Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,
The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony,
Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy.
Consolation In Adversity
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
WHEN happiness turns from you,
And all seems unrepaid,
And you are scorned by enemies,
Even by friends betrayed;
Satiemus
© Ezra Pound
What if I know thy speeches word by word?
And if thou knew'st I knew them wouldst thou speak?
Praise Of Creation
© George Moses Horton
Creation fires my tongue!
Nature thy anthems raise;
And spread the universal song
Of thy Creator's praise!
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus
© Henry King
---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Clo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.
The Destroyer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
With care, and skill, and cunning art
She parried Time's malicious dart,
And kept the years at bay,
Till passion entered in her heart
And aged her in a day!
Sonnet VII.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away,
And we who live, now scattered far and wide,
Each in our separate centres fixed abide,
Round which new interests now revolve and play
April
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
The lovers that disbelieve,
False rumours shall grieve
And evil-speaking shall part.
To A.J. Scott
© George MacDonald
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.
Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,
Enduring long. At length the dawn revealed
The Dunciad: Book III.
© Alexander Pope
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd,
On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd.
In The Winter
© George MacDonald
In the winter, flowers are springing;
In the winter, woods are green,
