Time poems
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A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Simon Danz has come home again,
From cruising about with his buccaneers;
He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,
And carried away the Dean of Jaen
And sold him in Algiers.
The Last Review
© Henry Lawson
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,
For the Bush is slipping from me, and the town is going too:
Draw the blinds, the streets are lighted, and I hear the tramp of feet
And Im weary, very weary, of the Faces in the Street.
Natural Progress
© Benjamin Jonson
So we died:
what else was there to do?
But in all faith, we did our part!
Jean De Breboeuf
© Virna Sheard
As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity--
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE ON HER WASTE OF TIME
Why practise, love, this small economy
Of your heart's favours? Can you keep a kiss
To be enjoyed in age? And would the free
Within and Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Robert.
Head in your hands as usual! You will fret
Your life out, sitting moping in the dark.
Come, it is supper-time.
I Am Young
© George Frederick Cameron
I AM young, and men
Who long ago have passed their prime
Would fain have what I have again,
Youth, and it may betime.
Since Ive Been In Jail
© Nazim Hikmet
Since I've been in jail
the world has turned around the sun ten times
The Song Of Hiawatha XXI: The White Man's Foot
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
Echoes Of Spring
© Mathilde Blind
I.
I WALK about in driving snow,
And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o'er;
No sign that radiant spring e'en now
Stands at the threshold of the door.
What Smith Knew About Farming
© James Whitcomb Riley
There wasn't two purtier farms in the state
Than the couple of which I'm about to relate;--
Men In Green
© David Campbell
Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,
Who leapt into my plane at dawn;
We rose to meet the sun.
A Christmas Song
© Alaric Alexander Watts
The present moment's all our own,
The next, who ever saw! ~ Mickle.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45
© Alfred Tennyson
This use may lie in blood and breath
Which else were fruitless of their due,
Had man to learn himself anew
Beyond the second birth of Death.
The Voyagers
© Roderic Quinn
HOW was it with the Genoese,
What feeling filled his heaving breast,
When far across the morning seas
He saw the island of his quest?
Nemesis
© Arthur Henry Adams
All things must fade. There is for cities tall
The same tomorrow as for daffodils:
Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills.
Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall
"You, whom the grave cannot bind"
© Lesbia Harford
You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools
© William Cowper
It is not from his form, in which we trace
Strength join'd with beauty, dignity with grace,
Little Garden of Roses (excerpt) Fairies
© Thomas Warton
Little was King Laurin, but from many a precious gem
His wondrous strength and power, and his bold courage came;
Tall at times his stature grew, with spells of gramarye,
Then to the noblest princes follow might he be.
