Time poems
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Rococo
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TAKE HANDS and part with laughter;
Touch lips and part with tears;
My Psalm
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I mourn no more my vanished years
Beneath a tender rain,
An April rain of smiles and tears,
My heart is young again.
The Fairies Farewell, or God a Mercy Will
© Richard Corbet
Farewell, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
The Workhouse Clock
© Thomas Hood
Father, mother, and careful child,
Looking as if it had never smiled
The Sempstress, lean, and weary, and wan,
With only the ghosts of garments on
The Reconciliation
© Eugene Field
When you were mine, in auld lang syne,
And when none else your charms might ogle,
I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I
Was happier than a heathen mogul.
Olney Hymn 55: The Heart Healed And Changed By Mercy
© William Cowper
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Le Monocle de Mon Oncle
© Wallace Stevens
Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,
O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,
Our Duty To Our Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
Less hate and greed
Is what we need
And more of service true;
More men to love
The flag above
And keep it first in view.
Jonathan to John
© James Russell Lowell
It don't seem hardly right, John,
When both my hands was full,
"The Undying One" - Canto I
© Caroline Norton
"My parch'd lips strove for utterance--but no,
I could but listen still, with speechless woe:
I stretch'd my quivering arms--'Away! away!'
She cried, 'and let me humbly kneel, and pray
For pardon; if, indeed, such pardon be
For having dared to love--a thing like thee!'
In The Tree House At Night
© James Dickey
And now the green household is dark.
The half-moon completely is shining
Humbled And Silenced By Mercy
© John Newton
Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give,
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.
My Playmate
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,
Their song was soft and low;
The blossoms in the sweet May wind
Were falling like the snow.
The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees
© George Crabbe
feel.
Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign'd,
And three such favourites their admission gain'd;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.
An Hymne Of Heavenly Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
And glorious images in heaven wrought,
Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights
