Time poems
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The Christian
© John Crowe Ransom
I HEARD a story of a sailing man.
He was a surly sort of mariner,
He used to swear at all the seven seas,
And rode them dauntless up and down the earth.
The Dance To Death. Act II
© Emma Lazarus
LANDGRAVE.
Who tells thee of my son's love for the Jewess?
Rhymes Of A Life-Time
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FROM the first gleam of morning to the gray
Of peaceful evening, lo, a life unrolled!
The Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleet
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: 'I know you are no coward;
You fly them for a moment to fight with them again.
But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore.
I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain.'
Tale VIII
© George Crabbe
grace?" -
"He knew she hated every watering-place."
"The town?"--"What! now 'twas empty, joyless,
By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
Leave off the Agony in Style
© Julia A Moore
Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.
The Bleeding Rock: Or, The Metamorphosis Of A Nymph Into Stone
© Hannah More
Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame,
'Twas each enamour'd Shepherd's fav'rite theme;
Return'd the rising, and the setting sun,
The Shepherd's fav'rite theme was never done.
They prais'd her wit, her worth, her shape, her air!
And even interior beauties own'd her fair.
Lincoln, 1809--February 12, 1909
© Madison Julius Cawein
Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym
Of all that's noble, though but lowly born;
Sonnet XXXIX: Look, Delia
© Samuel Daniel
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown Rose,
The image of thy blush and Summer's honor,
The Old Oak
© George Borrow
Here have I stood, the pride of the park,
In winter with snow on my frozen bark;
Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,
Who have press'd the maid to his bosom before their betrothal,
Help still further to perfect the bonds of a couple so loving,
Drive away the clouds which over their happiness hover!
But begin by saying what now in the house has been passing.
Bomb
© Gregory Corso
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Wild Europe
© Katharine Lee Bates
WILD Europe, red with Woden's dreadful dew,
On fire with Loki's hate, more savage than
Present Imperative
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Nay query not, Leuconoë, the finish of the fable;
Eliminate the worry as to what the years may hoard!
You only waste your time upon the Babylonian Table-
(Slang for the ouija board).
Movement of Bodies
© Henry Reed
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidly
Devote a little time to showing you, those that can master it,
A few ideas about tactics, which must not be confused
With what we call strategy. Tactics is merely
The mechanical movement of bodies, and that is what we mean by it.
Or perhaps I should say: by them.
The Old Tune
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THIS shred of song you bid me bring
Is snatched from fancy's embers;
Ah, when the lips forget to sing,
The faithful heart remembers!
