Time poems
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To An Oak At Newstead
© George Gordon Byron
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground,
I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine;
That thy dark‑waving branches would flourish around,
And ivy thy trunk with its mantle entwine.
To The Miami
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!
I love thee more for that thou changest not.
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley
© Arthur Symons
I
Under the trees in the dell.
Here by the side of the stream,
Were it not pleasant to dream,
Were it not better to dwell?
In Ampezzo
© Trumbull Stickney
Only once more and not again-the larches
Shake to the wind their echo, "Not again,"-
We see, below the sky that over-arches
Heavy and blue, the plain
Italy : 23. Bologna
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
And he who, when the crisis of his tale
The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
How the handsome Yenadizze
"My Heart Is Sick With Longing"
© Thomas Hood
My heart is sick with longing, tho' I feed
On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace
That neither brings nor takes from thy embrace,
As if he sleptforgetting his old speed:
To One Who Comes Now And Then
© Francis Ledwidge
When you come in, it seems a brighter fire
Crackles upon the hearth invitingly,
The household routine which was wont to tire ,
Grows full of novelty.
St. Dorothy
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
And Theophile burnt in the cheek, and said:
Yea, could one see it, this were marvellous.
I pray you, at your coming to this house,
Give me some leaf of all those tree-branches;
Seeing how so sharp and white our weather is,
There is no green nor gracious red to see.
St. Barnabas
© John Keble
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;
The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters
© William Butler Yeats
Second Sailor. And I had thought to make
A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn
For I am getting on in lifeto something
That has less ups and downs than robbery.
Cherrylog Road
© James Dickey
Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
The 34 Ford without wheels,
Smothered in kudzu,
With a seat pulled out to run
Corn whiskey down from the hills,
To G. G.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Graceful in name and in thyself, our river
None fairer saw in John Ward's pilgrim flock,
Proof that upon their century-rooted stock
The English roses bloom as fresh as ever.
How Great My Grief
© Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms
© George Crabbe
floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his
The Swallow
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows.
In and out and round the house all the live-long day,
I, Too
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw fond lovers in that glow
That oft-times fades away too soon:
I saw and said, "Their joy I know-
I, too, have had my honeymoon."
The Farewell
© Charles Churchill
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
