Time poems
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Dixie's Land
© Daniel Decatur Emmett
I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten;
Sunlight And Sea
© Alfred Noyes
Give me the sunlight and the sea
And who shall take my heaven from me?
Litany for Dictatorships
© Stephen Vincent Benet
For all those beaten, for the broken heads,
The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed,
The ghosts in the burning city of our time ...
To Mrs. Henry Siddons
© Frances Anne Kemble
O lady! thou, who in the olden time
Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream!
The Man Im For
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'M for the happy man every time,
The man who smiles as he goes his way,
The Retreat.
© Robert Crawford
Against my lonely latter years
I'll build a faery home for me
Proof against sorrow with its fears,
And age with its adversity.
The Farmer's Boy - Autumn
© Robert Bloomfield
Again, the year's _decline_, midst storms and floods,
The thund'ring chase, the yellow fading woods,
Invite my song; that fain would boldly tell
Of upland coverts, and the echoing dell,
By turns resounding loud, at eve and morn
The swineherd's halloo, or the huntsman's horn.
Our Heritage
© William Henry Ogilvie
This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,
The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;
Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly
© Edward Lear
O my aged Uncle Arly!
Sitting on a heap of Barley
Trilogy Of Passion 02 Elegy
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT hope of once more meeting is there now
In the still-closed blossoms of this day?
Both heaven and hell thrown open seest thou;
What wav'ring thoughts within the bosom play
No longer doubt! Descending from the sky,
She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high.
Old Mates
© David McKee Wright
. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings - how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey - we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.
Liberated Lady 1999
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Shes a liberated lady and shes lookin out for herself.
And she dont need your protection,
And she does not want your help.
And if youre lookin for some pretty flower,
You better go look somewhere else,
Cause I warn you, shes a liberated lady.
The Tavern Of Last Times
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
At Box Hill, Surrey
A modern hour from London (as we spin
Of Heaven
© John Bunyan
Heaven is a place, also a state,
It doth all things excel,
No man can fully it relate,
Nor of its glory tell.
A Loving-Cup Song
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
COME, heap the fagots! Ere we go
Again the cheerful hearth shall glow;
Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh
© Ovid
The End of the Seventh Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
In Utroque Fidelis
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALONG the woods the whispering night-airs swoon,
A single bird-note dies adown the trees,
Clear, pallid, mournful, droops the summer moon,
Dipped in the foam of cloudland's phantom seas;--
Soundless they heave above
The dim, ancestral home that holds my love.
