Time poems

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A Gentleman

© Edward Thomas

'He has robbed two clubs. The judge at Salisbury

Can't give him more than he undoubtedly

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The Brus Book VI

© John Barbour


[Sir Ingram Umfraville praises the king;
the men of Galloway pursue him with a tracker dog]

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An Outdoor Reception

© John Greenleaf Whittier

On these green banks, where falls too soon

The shade of Autumn's afternoon,

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The Sea Of Time.

© Robert Crawford

On that strange sea
Where Man's bark moves as toward eternity,
What sails put forth that are not seen again!
.... Joyous it may be, or in pain,

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The Boy And The Skylark

© Charles Lamb

A FABLE.

"A wicked action fear to do,

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To My Own Soul

© Swami Vivekananda

Hold yet a while, Strong Heart,

Not part a lifelong yoke

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Merry Stories And Funny Pictures

© Heinrich Hoffmann

When the children have been good,
That is, be it understood,
Good at meal-times, good at play,
Good all night and good all day—
They shall have the pretty things
Merry Christmas always brings.

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A Bush Study, A La Watteau

© Arthur Patchett Martin

HE.
See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skyward
From the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:
Such a lovely spot—I really feel that I would
Be happy there with children on my knees.

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Time And Sentiment

© George Meredith

I see a fair young couple in a wood,

And as they go, one bends to take a flower,

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The Shepheardes Calender: July

© Edmund Spenser

Morrell.
Ah good Algrin, his hap was ill,
But shall be bett in time.
Now farwell shepheard, sith thys hyll
thou hast such doubt to climbe.

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A Legend Of Christ's Nativity

© Duncan Campbell Scott

At Bethlehem upon the hill,
  The day was done, the night was nigh,
The dusk was deep and had its will,
The stars were very small and still,
  Like unblown tapers, faint and high.

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Charity

© William Cowper

Fairest and foremost of the train that wait

On man's most dignified and happiest state,

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My Fore-Elders

© William Barnes

When from the child, that still is led

By hand, a father's hand is gone, ---

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The Farmer's Daughter Cherry

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

The Farmer quit what he was at,

  The bee-hive he was smokin':

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On The Life And Death Of Man

© Francis Quarles

The world's a theatre. The earth, a stage

Placed in the midst: where both prince and page,

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Unimportant Differences

© Edgar Albert Guest

If he is honest, kindly, true,

  And glad to work from day to day;

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The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. O

© Richard Lovelace

  I.
Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare
  Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious teare
  Dropt thee from Heav'n, where now th'art reard.

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Edward Everett

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WINTER'S cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast;
For him no spring shall bid the leaf unfold
What Love could speak, by sudden grief oppressed,
What swiftly summoned Memory tell, is told.

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Chatterton's Will

© Thomas Chatterton

Vous qui par ici pasez
Pur l'ame Guateroine Chatterton priez
Le cors di oi ici gist
L'ame receyve Thu Crist. MCCX.

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To The Reformers Of England

© John Greenleaf Whittier

GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fight
Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,
For better is your sense of right
Than king-craft's triple mail.