Time poems
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Brook Farm
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Down the long road, bent and brown,
Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
Ventures to the gate Elysian,
As a pilgrim from the town.
Erberts HOpinion
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hif a yankee cutthroat acks is poor hold mother,
Hit tykes a year to pack im hoff to jyle;
To Mr. Dryden
© Joseph Addison
How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays
Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise?
Sonnet LXXXIV: Farewell to the Glen
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet stream-fed glen, why say farewell to thee
Who far'st so well and find'st for ever smooth
The Sense Of Beauty
© Caroline Norton
Lo! at his pencil's touch steals faintly forth
(Like an uprising star in the cold north)
Some face which soon shall glow with beauty's fire:
Dim seems the sketch to those who stand around,
Dim and uncertain as an echoed sound,
But oh! how bright to him, whose hand thou dost inspire!
Sunlight On The Sea
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Sunlight On The Sea
[The Philosophy of a Feast]
Make merry, comrades, eat and drink
An Extempore
© John Keats
When they were come into Faery's Court
They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
And dance and kiss and love as faerys do
For Faries be as human lovers true --
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NOT LOVE
As one who, in a desert wandering
Alone and faint beneath a pitiless sky,
And doubting in his heart if he shall bring
Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest
© Sylvia Plath
In the rectory garden on his evening walk
Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was
In black November. After a sliding rain
Dew stood in chill sweat on each stalk,
Each thorn; spiring from wet earth, a blue haze
Hung caught in dark-webbed branches like a fabulous heron.
A Magic Moment I Remember
© Alexander Pushkin
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
Forgotten Dead, I Salute You
© Muriel Stuart
Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,
Night has gone out beneath the hill
James Whitcomb Riley
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
(From a Westerner's Point of View.)
No matter what you call it,
Medjnoon in his Solitude
© Louisa Stuart Costello
My ev'ry thought and wish was thine;
Alas! thou know'st too well
The ties that bind thy soul and mine,
How lasting need I tell.
The Burden Bearer
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, there's selfishness within me, there are times it gets to talkin',
Times I hear it whisper to me, "It's a dusty road you're walkin';
Why not rest your feet a little; why not pause an' take your leisure?
Don't you hunger in your strivin' for the merry whirl of pleasure?"
Then I turn an' see them smilin' an' I grip my burdens tighter,
For the joy that I am seekin' is to see their eyes grow brighter.
Poesy's Guerdon
© Franklin Pierce Adams
( * * * I do not believe a single modern English
poet is living to-day on the current proceeds of his
verse.--From "Literary Taste and How to Form it,"
by Arnold Bennett.)
Mimnermus in Church
© William Johnson Cory
YOU promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.
Fit The Fourth - The Hunting
© Lewis Carroll
"It's excessively awkward to mention it now-
As I think I've already remarked."
And the man they called "Hi!" replied, with a sigh,
"I informed you the day we embarked.
Red Rock Camp
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A TALE OF EARLY COLORADO.
My simple story is of those times ere the magic power of steam
First whirled the traveller oer the plains with the swiftness of a dream,
Reducing to a few days time the journey of many a week,
That fell of old to the miners lot ere he sighted tall Pikes Peak.
A Letter Written For My Son To A Young Gentleman
© Mary Barber
O would Mandana cross the Seas,
And hear a People speak her Praise,
With Britain vie to hail the Dame,
Who, Granville, could exalt thy Name,
Transmitting down thy Fame with Care,
And double Lustre, in her Heir!
