Time poems
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The Broomfield Hill
© Andrew Lang
There was a knight and lady bright
Set trysts amo the broom,
The one to come at morning eav,
The other at afternoon.
General Pershing
© Edgar Albert Guest
He isn't long on speeches. At the banquet table, he
Could name a dozen places where he would much rather be.
He's not one for fuss and feathers or for marching in review,
But he's busy every minute when he's got a job to do.
And you'll find him in the open, fighting hard and fighting square
For the glory of his country when his boys get over there.
Times O Year
© William Barnes
Here did swäy the eltrot flow'rs,
When the hours o' night wer vew,
An' the zun, wi' eärly beams
Brighten'd streams, an' dried the dew,
An' the goocoo there did greet
Passers by wi' dousty veet.
Aunt Sally Speaks
© Kenneth Allott
Who have been educated out of naive responses,
The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class
Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,
the same moody defences
Two Mericana Men
© Thomas Augustine Daly
So now all times we speaka so
Like gooda Merican:
He say to me, "Good morna, Joe,"
I say, "Good morn, Dan."
Railway Station
© Boris Pasternak
My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
Your favours have been without end.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 02
© Torquato Tasso
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Soon was the prey out of their hands recovered,
A Storm in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
Portentous silence! Time keeps breathing past
Yet it continues! May this marvel last?
This wild weird silence in the midst of gloom
So manifestly big with latent doom?
Tingles the boding ear; and up the glens
Instinctive dread comes howling from the wild-dogs dens.
A Persian Apologue
© Henry Austin Dobson
Melek the sultan, tired and wan,
Nodded at noon on the divan.
Five Critcisms
© Alfred Noyes
Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich,
After grim years of soul-destroying greed,
Weds Columbine, that April-blooded witch
"Too young" to know that gold was not her need.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 5
© Joel Barlow
Columbus hail'd them with a father's smile,
Fruits of his cares and children of his toil;
Elegy -- Written in Spring
© Michael Bruce
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;
Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;
The stormy howlings of the winds assuage,
And warm o'er ether western breezes play.
Sylvesters Dying Bed
© Langston Hughes
I woke up this mornin
Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
Fortunio. A Parable For The Times
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,
King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,
Cold bright fiords, and mountains capped with clouds.
Who there so loved and honored as the knight,
You And Yellow Air
© John Shaw Neilson
I DREAM of an old kissing-time
And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
Of you, and yellow air.
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
