Time poems
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Deep Sea Cables
© Rudyard Kipling
They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time
Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun.
Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime,
And a new Word runs between: whispering, 'Let us be one!'
Do Your All
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Do your bit!" How cheap and trite
Seems that phrase in such a fight!
Milton (Alcaics)
© Alfred Tennyson
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,
The Convalescent Gripster
© Eugene Field
The gods let slip that fiendish grip
Upon me last week Sunday--
The Lovers. A Poem
© John Logan
Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
© George Gordon Byron
'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.
Earth Is Enough
© Edwin Markham
Here on the paths of every-day -
Here on the common human way
Is all the stuff the gods would take
To build a Heaven, to mold and make
New Edens. Ours is the stuff sublime
To build Eternity in time!
A Wish
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Mine be a flat beside the Hill;
A vendor's cry shall soothe my ear
A landlord shall present his bill
At least a dozen times a year.
Part Of A Prologue Written And Spoken By The POet Laberius A Roman Knight, Whom Caesar Forced Upon T
© Oliver Goldsmith
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
With Madness Like to Mine
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
NOT one is filled with madness like to mine
In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here,
There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.
With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,
Love Me A Little
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,
Whether a draught it be of passionate wine
Poured with both hands divine,
Or just a cup of water spilt
On The Death Of Mr Aikman
© James Thomson
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,
Just as the living forms by thee designed;
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey
© Hannah More
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,
Awhile my idle strain attend:
From Evangeline
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Father, I thank thee!
Childrens Children
© William Barnes
Oh! if my ling'rèn life should run,
Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten,
St. Simon And St. Jude
© John Keble
Seest thou, how tearful and alone,
And drooping like a wounded dove,
The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,
The widowed Church is fain to rove?
Worship
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows
Summer Toils
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
"Of course, it is not nice for a gray-headed man,
To be shamed by the work of a young nincompoop,
When he intends to get more dollars for his pay,
And e'en is not ashamed to pry out more seed grain.
O what became of the bewhiskered Prussian days,
When hired help was so cheep and so obedient?
Marjories Almanac
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Apples in the orchard
Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
Soft cheeks to the sun;
