Time poems
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From the Grave
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.
The Past
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
Since Jessie Died
© Edgar Albert Guest
We understand a lot of things we never did before,
And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.
I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
We have learned that to be happy we must travel side by side.
You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know
The depth there is in loving, till you've got a common woe.
Adonis
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The gods did love Adonis, and for this
He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.
For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.
He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak
A Prayer
© James Russell Lowell
God! do not let my loved one die,
But rather wait until the time
That I am grown in purity
Enough to enter thy pure clime,
Then take me, I will gladly go,
So that my love remain below!
The Twa Gordons
© George MacDonald
There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
An Out-Worn Sappho
© James Whitcomb Riley
How tired I am! I sink down all alone
Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,
Australian War Song
© Henry Kendall
Men have said that ye were sleeping
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
The Human Touch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thanked God she made roses still for pretty ladies' wear,
Threepence for a dozen such, working to the night.
Dragged in to a hurried knot all her dusty hair
Eyes foolish with fatigue straining to the light.
Sonnet XXVII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How yesterday is long ago! The past
Is a fixed infinite distance from to-day,
Little Minnie
© Julia A Moore
Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.
Post Mortem.
© Robert Crawford
When I have passed the bourne of ear and eye,
And thou my whereabouts no more canst tell;
When all I am is but a phantasy,
Seen in thy heart, to none else visible:
The Men Who Made Bad Matches
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the men who made bad matches, and the Great Misunderstood,
Are through all the world a mighty and a silent brotherhood.
If a wife is discontented, every other woman knows
But the men who made bad matches keep the cruel secret close.
The Believer's Safety
© John Newton
Incarnate God! the soul that knows
Thy name's mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
The Haunch Of Venison
© Oliver Goldsmith
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE
THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
It Is a Beauteous Evening
© William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Thoughts on Imputed Righteousness - Occasioned by Reading Theron and Aspasio : Part I.
© John Byrom
Imputed Righteousness! - beloved Friend,
To what advantage can this Doctrine tend?
If at the same time a Believer's breast,
Be not by real Righteousness possest?
And if it be, why volumes on it made,
With such a stress upon the imputed laid?
The Death of Parson Caldwell's Wife
© Mercy Otis Warren
THE outrage of innocence in instances too numerous to be recorded, of the wanton barbarity of the soldiers of the King of England, as they patrolled the defenceless villages of America, was evinced nowhere more remarkably than in the burnings and massacres every that, marked the footsteps of the British troops as they from time to time ravaged the State of New Jersey
