Time poems
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Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D.
© Thomas Hood
Author of The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger and The Pleasure of Making a Will.
"I rule the roast, as Milton says!"Caleb Quotem.
Oh! multifarious man!
Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm
© Robert Bloomfield
Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,
With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair
"Still Glides the Gentle Streamlet On"
© Thomas Hood
Still glides the gentle streamlet on,
With shifting current new and strange;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows do not change.
Care-Free Youth
© Edgar Albert Guest
The skies are blue and the sun is out
and the grass is green and soft
Rites of Passage II
© Robert Duncan
Peace, peace. Ive had enough. What can I say
when songs demanded? Ive had my fill of song?
My longing to sing grows full. Times emptied me.
The Black Tracker (Or: Why He Lost The Track)
© Henry Lawson
THERE was a tracker in the force
Of wondrous sight (the story ran):
He never failed to track a horse,
He never failed to find his man.
Ghazal 1 (With English Translation)
© Inshaullah Khan Insha
O Insha! Who gets respite from the turns of fortune!
Its blessing indeed that a few friends are still with us!
The Bride Of The Nile - Act I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Act I Governor's Palace at Alexandria.
Act II Garden House of the Makawkas at On.
Act III On the Banks of the Nile. Time, th Century, A.D.
Requital
© John Greenleaf Whittier
As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drew
Nigh to its close, besought all men to say
Threnody.
© Robert Crawford
Dark Pine that moanest long,
Sad, solitary tree!
As if the world's wrong
A tongue had found in thee,
Epistle To Augusta
© George Gordon Byron
I.
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
Sonnet 20
© Richard Barnfield
But now my Muse toyld with continuall care,
Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,
Occasional Address
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detained
at Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792.
WHEN in a thousand swarms, the summer o'er,
The birds of passage quit our English shore,
By various routs the feather'd myriad moves;
The Becca-Fica seeks Italian groves,
The Lads of the Maple Leaf
© Jessie Pope
RIPE for any adventure, sturdy, loyal and game,
Quick to the call of the Mother, the young Canadians came.
Eager to show their mettle, ready to shed their blood,
They bowed their neck to the collar and trained in the Wiltshire mud;
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
The snow floats down upon us, we turn, we turn,
Through gorges filled with light we sound and flow . . .
One is struck down and hurt, we crowd about him,
We bear him away, gaze after his listless body;
But whether he lives or dies we do not know.
The King and the Sea
© Rudyard Kipling
After His Realms and States were moved
To bare their hearts to the King they loved,
Tendering themselves in homage and devotion,
The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke
To all those eager, exultant folk:-
"Hear now what Man was given you by the Ocean!
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
August
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE WERE four apples on the bough,
Half gold half red, that one might know
The blood was ripe inside the core;
The colour of the leaves was more
Like stems of yellow corn that grow
Through all the gold June meadows floor.
To the Stars
© Erasmus Darwin
Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;
