Time poems
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A Wreath Of Sonnets (9/14)
© France Preseren
They were all fed on many a plaint and tear
The humble blooms on my Parnassus grown;
My tears of love flowed not for you alone,
But also for the land I hold so dear.
The Elm
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O that I had a tongue, that could express
Half of that peace thou ownest, darkling Tree!
A slumber, shaded with the heaviness
That droops thy leaves, hangs deeply over me.
The Fishermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
HURRAH! the seaward breezes
Sweep down the bay amain;
Heave up, my lads, the anchor!
Run up the sail again!
Juliet's Soliloquy
© William Shakespeare
Farewell!--God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
The Family Doctor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I've tried the high-toned specialists, who doctor folks to-day;
I've heard the throat man whisper low "Come on now let us spray";
The Days when we went Swimming
© Henry Lawson
The breezes waved the silver grass,
Waist-high along the siding,
Men in the Rough
© Arthur Chapman
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.
Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's
© Matthew Prior
O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express
The perfect hero in that glorious dress,
Ages to come might Ormond's picture know,
And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow;
In spite of time thy work might ever thine,
Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine.
The Armenian Grief
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea,
An enormous abyss of water;
My soul swims mournfully
On this huge and black expanse.
Louis Wittgenstein's Apple Wine
© Anonymous
Oh! Have you heard of the APPLE WINE!
That out of Beer now takes the shine,
If you have not then now's your time,
Send down an order to Brisbane.
Shrine Of The Virgin - Part II
© John Kenyon
She cometh to the seaward shrine,
A mother, with her children three;
I. On The Chivalry Of The Present Time
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH! foolish souls and false! Who loudly cried
"True chivalry no longer breathes in time."
Look round us now; how wondrous, how sublime
The heroic lives we witness; far and wide,
To My Aging Friends
© George MacDonald
It is no winter night comes down
Upon our hearts, dear friends of old;
But a May evening, softly brown,
Whose wind is rather cold.
Child Thoughts
© William Henry Drummond
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY
The Little Left Hand - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis. The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--
Faces
© Edgar Albert Guest
I look into the faces of the people passing by,
The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery,
And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
But the pale and weary faces are the ones that trouble me.
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
© John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
