Time poems
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The Invitation
© Robert Bloomfield
O for the strength to paint my joy once more!
That joy I feel when Winter's reign is o'er;
A Dead Year
© Jean Ingelow
I took a year out of my life and story--
A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb!
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;
Swathed in linen, and precious unguents old;
Painted with cinnabar, and rich with gold.
The Legend Of A Pass Christian
© Harriet Monroe
A Live-oak grows by the shallow sea.
Rest under its boughs, I pray,
And hear of the piratebold was he
And the lady he stole away.
The Sensation Captain
© William Schwenck Gilbert
No nobler captain ever trod
Than CAPTAIN PARKLEBURY TODD,
So good - so wise - so brave, he!
But still, as all his friends would own,
He had one folly - one alone -
This Captain in the Navy.
Destruction
© Kostas Karyotakis
On the sand the great works of the human race are built,
and like a little child Time wrecks them with his foot.
Idiot
© Allen Tate
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.
One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
Psalm LXXX. (80)
© John Milton
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,
Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
© John Donne
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,
And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?
The Optimist
© James Russell Lowell
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,
Here I find air and quiet too;
Air filtered through the beech and oak,
Quiet by nothing harsher broke
Than wood-dove's meditative coo.
The Quaker Widow
© James Bayard Taylor
THEE finds me in the garden, Hannah,come in! T is kind of thee
To wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.
The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed,
But blessed is the single heart that comes to us at need.
To N. V. De G. S.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THE UNFATHOMABLE sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First
© William Lisle Bowles
Awake a louder and a loftier strain!
Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled
Beranger's "Broken Fiddle"
© Eugene Field
There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
But feast to-day while yet you may,-
Who knows but we shall starve to-morrow!
