Time poems
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The Lady Of The Hills
© Madison Julius Cawein
Though red my blood hath left its trail
For five far miles, I shall not fail,
A Comparison
© William Cowper
The lapse of time and rivers is the same,
Both speed their journey with a restless stream;
Trehill Well
© Charles Kingsley
There stood a low and ivied roof,
As gazing rustics tell,
In times of chivalry and song
'Yclept the holy well.
A Preference
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Mastah drink his ol' Made'a,
Missy drink huh sherry wine,
Ovahseah lak his whiskey,
But dat othah drink is mine,
Des' 'lasses an' watah, 'lasses an' watah.
The Song Of Hiawatha II: The Four Winds
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
L'ABBICHINO DE LE DONNE (Womens Abacus)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La donna, inzino ar venti, si è contenta
Mamma, l'anni che ttiè ssempre li canta:
Ne cresce uno oggni cinque inzino ar trenta,
Eppoi se ferma lì ssino a quaranta.
Love still has something of the sea
© Sir Charles Sedley
Love still has something of the sea,
From whence his Mother rose;
No time his slaves from doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.
Three Wives Of A Mandarin
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate thats served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.
Ode - On the Death of a Young Lady
© John Logan
The peace of Heaven attend thy shade,
My early friend, my favourite maid!
When life was new, companions gay,
We hail'd the morning of our day.
Fragment
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
SO here confin'd, and but to female Clay,
ARDELIA's Soul mistook the rightful Way:
Glucose Self-Monitoring by Katy Giebenhain: American Life in Poetry #33 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea
© Ted Kooser
Katy Giebenhain, an American living in Berlin, Germany, depicts a ritual that many diabetics undergo several times per day: testing one’s blood sugar. The poet shows us new ways of looking at what can be an uncomfortable chore by comparing it to other things: tapping trees for syrup, checking oil levels in a car, milking a cow.
The Vigil Of Venus
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Tunc liquore de superno spumeo et ponti globo,
Cærulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos,
Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quiqiie amavit cras amet.
The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon of Jasmin)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white,
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:
The Black Hound
© Roderic Quinn
WHITE-TOOTHED is the Black Hound,
And ever, as he comes after,
There is no sweetness in wine,
Nor is there joyance in laughter.
Pereunt Et Imputantur
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Bernard, if to you and me
Fortune all at once should give
Years to spend secure and free,
With the choice of how to live,
Tell me, what should we proclaim
Life deserving of the name?
Ode XIII: To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House of Brandenburgh
© Mark Akenside
I.
The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,
Pippa Passes: Part III: Evening
© Robert Browning
Mother
If there blew wind, you'd hear a long sigh, easing
The utmost heaviness of music's heart.
The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)
© George Borrow
"The wealthy bird came towering,
Came scowering,
O'er hill and stream.
'Look here, look here, thou needy bird,
How gay my feathers gleam.'
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02:
© Conrad Aiken
You readwhat is it, then that you are reading?
What music moves so silently in your mind?
Your bright hand turns the page.
I watch you from my window, unsuspected:
You move in an alien land, a silent age . . .
Bread And Gravy
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a heap o' satisfaction in a chunk o' pumpkin pie,
An' I'm always glad I'm livin' when the cake is passin' by;
