Time poems

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"Guess"

© Eugene Field

There is a certain Yankee phrase

  I always have revered,

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The Frog

© James Whitcomb Riley

Who am I but the Frog--the Frog!
  My realm is the dark bayou,
And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log
  That the poison-vine clings to--
And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide
  Where the ghost of the moon looks blue.

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John Webster: VII

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.

  Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night

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Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris

© Publius Vergilius Maro

LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?

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The Sick Lion and the Ass

© Jonathan Swift

Rebukes are easy from our betters,
From men of quality and letters;
But when low dunces will affront,
What man alive can stand the brunt?

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Sonnet LV: Stillborn Love

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The hour which might have been yet might not be,

Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore

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The Little Woman

© Edgar Albert Guest

The little woman, to her I bow

  And doff my hat as I pass her by;

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The Vision Of Sir Launfal

© James Russell Lowell

Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."

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To The South

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

  Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
  Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
  The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
  And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.

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The Brus Book X

© John Barbour


[Preparations for battle against John of Lorn]

Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis

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A New Baby In The House

© Edgar Albert Guest

Something to talk about, something to do,

Something to laugh at the whole day through,

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Chorus of the Dead

© Giacomo Leopardi

And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,

And all Thee returning.

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Urvashi -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!

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Kincora

© James Clarence Mangan

AH, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great? 

And where is the beauty that once was thine? 

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Two Nights

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

One night was full of rapture and delight-
Of reunited arms and swooning kisses,
And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses
Which fond souls find in love of love at night.

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The Elopement

© Thomas Hardy

'A woman never agreed to it!' said my knowing friend to me.
'That one thing she'd refuse to do for Solomon's mines in fee:
No woman ever will make herself look older than she is.'
I did not answer; but I thought, 'You err there, ancient Quiz.'

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I Shall Not Forget

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;
And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
To garland the grave that is made in my heart.

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The House Of Judgement

© Oscar Wilde

And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,

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The Sin Of Omission

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

It isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone