Time poems
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A Shadow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay
Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori
© George Gordon Byron
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,
Purges the eyes and moves the bowels,
And drenches handkerchiefs like towels
On the Death of the Right Hounourable ---
© Oliver Goldsmith
YE Muses, pour the pitying tear
For Pollio snatch'd away;
O! had he liv'd another year!-
'He had not died to-day'.
Auld Maitland
© Andrew Lang
There lived a king in southern land,
King Edward hight his name;
Unwordily he wore the crown,
Till fifty years were gane.
Sharing Eve's Apple
© John Keats
1.
O Blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.
A Sicilian Idyll
© Thomas Sturge Moore
Cydilla
Thanks, Damon; now, by Zeus, thou art so brisk,
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones.
Man's Devotion
© James Whitcomb Riley
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,
For I must go away:
And should ANOTHER ever come to tell
Of love--What WILL you say?"
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
Surprise
© Ted Hughes
Looking at cows in their high-roofy roomy
Windy home, mid-afternoon idling,
Late winter, near spring, the fields not greening,
The wind North-East and sickening, the hay
Waltz
© Pablo Neruda
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.
The Other One
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I wait for, full of thoughts provoking,
But not a gay and pretty wife,
Not the sincere and gentle talking
About the old time and life.
John Pegram
© William Gordon McCabe
What shall we say now of our knight,
Or how express the measure of our woe
For him who rode the foremost in the fight,
Whose good blade flashed so far amid the foe?
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third
© William Lisle Bowles
My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought
That the dark tide of time might one day close,
Those Born In Obscure Times
© Alexander Blok
Those born in obscure times
Do not remember their way.
We, children of Russia's frightful years
Cannot forget a thing.
The Ballad of the Rousabout
© Henry Lawson
Some take the track for faith in mensome take the track for doubt
Some flee a squalid home to work their own salvation out.
Some dared not see a mothers tears nor meet a fathers face
Born of good Christian families some leap, head-long, from Grace.
The Beatific Vision
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Through what fierce incarnations, furled
In fire and darkness, did I go,
Ere I was worthy in the world
To see a dandelion grow?
The Last Of May
© William Makepeace Thackeray
By fate's benevolent award,
Should I survive the day,
I'll drink a bumper with my lord
Upon the last of May.
Dirge
© George Darley
Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung:
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around!
