Time poems
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Yew-Trees
© William Wordsworth
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
An Old Tune
© Gerard de Nerval
THERE is an air for which I would disown
Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, -
A sweet sad air that languishes and sighs,
And keeps its secret charm for me alone.
The Two Malefactors
© John Newton
Sovereign grace has pow'r alone
To subdue a heart of stone;
And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.
Douro
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The dripping of the boughs in silence heard
Softly; the low note of some lingering bird
Amid the weeping vapour; the chill fall
Of solitary evening upon all
To F. C. In Memoriam Palestine, '19
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Do you remember one immortal
Lost moment out of time and space,
On An Apple-Ripe September Morning
© Patrick Kavanagh
On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles
© Dylan Thomas
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
The Venetian Serenade
© Richard Monckton Milnes
When along the light ripple the far serenade
Has accosted the ear of each passionate maid,
She may open the window that looks on the stream,--
She may smile on her pillow and blend it in dream;
An Evening Song To She Who Exists By My Name
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
Daughter of the daughter of the daughters of the daughter Pe
foreto the apple you ate of yee
Modern Talk
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
And then a guy gets grabbed by an army recruiter
He says we're gonna put you in the khaki suiter
So do not cry and don't you lie but take this test to qualify
The guys says blblblblblbl huhuh till then
And he's right back out on the street again
The Lust Of The World
© Madison Julius Cawein
SINCE Man first lifted up his eyes to hers
And saw her vampire beauty, which is lust,
All else is dust
Within the compass of the universe.
Captain William Bligh
© Rex Ingamells
Look for an iron soul to bear the piled
anathema of time, to take, without
Eclogue the First Selim
© William Taylor Collins
`O haste, fair maids, ye Virtues, come away,
Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way!
The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore,
By Ind excelled or Araby no more.
To Meet, Or Otherwise
© Thomas Hardy
Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams,
Or whether to stay
Numbers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
Hope Triumphant in Death
© Thomas Campbell
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
For The Friends At Hurstmont
© Henry Van Dyke
THE DOOR
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:
The fastening strong enough from robbers to defend:
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
