Time poems
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Cleaning The Furnace
© Edgar Albert Guest
Last night Pa said to Ma: "My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,
It's time I did a little job I do not like at all.
I wisht 'at I was rich enough to hire a man to do
The dirty work around this house an' clean up when he's through,
But since I'm not, I'm truly glad that I am strong an' stout,
An' ain't ashamed to go myself an' clean the furnace out."
St Launce's Revisited
© Thomas Hardy
Slip back, Time!
Yet again I am nearing
Castle and keep, uprearing
Gray, as in my prime.
Kinu Goalas Alley English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
This is the alley
Named after Kinu the milkman.
The Peace Convention At Brussels
© John Greenleaf Whittier
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stain
Of blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;
Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins through,
And Naples mourns that new Bartholomew,
One Day
© Archibald Lampman
The trees rustle; the wind blows
Merrily out of the town;
The shadows creep, the sun goes
Steadily over and down.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus she comforted her soul. And then,
She had found a friend, a phoenix among men,
Which made it easier to compound with life,
Easier to be a woman and a wife.
Charleston Retaken. Dec. 14, 1782
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS some half-vanquished lion,
Who long hath kept at bay
A band of sturdy foresters
Barring his blood-stained way--
A Deity
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I think God has his days
For being friends.
He says: "Forgive my careless ways.
No one pretends
The Wheels Of The System
© George Essex Evans
Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,
When the cry of human anguish starwards thro His glory steals?
There is neither hope nor pity underneath the moving wheels.
Woe to him who slips or falters whilst the wheels are moving on!
Woe to him who stays to breathe him when the goal is nearly won!
There they lieand lie for everover whom the wheels have gone!
Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Such were the words he spake; and soon the fleet
Had dared the angry deep: but Cato's voice
While praising, calmed the youthful chieftain's rage.
Marthy Ellen
© James Whitcomb Riley
They's nothin' in the name to strike
A feller more'n common like!
At Night
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Whut time 'd dat clock strike? Nine? Noeight;
I didn't think hit was so late.
Old-Fashioned Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
OLD-FASHIONED folks! God bless 'em all!
The fathers an' the mothers,
Quiet
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
COME not the earliest petal here, but only
Wind, cloud, and star,
Lovely and far,
Make it less lonely.
The Cup Of Joy
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us mix a cup of Joy
That the wretched may employ,
Whom the Fates have made their toy.
On A Wine Of Horace's
© Franklin Pierce Adams
What time I read your mighty line,
O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus,
In praise of many an ancient wine-
You twanged a wicked lyric to Bacchus!-
I wondered, like a Yankee hick,
If that old stuff contained a kick.
Expostulation
© William Cowper
Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
A Parent Reprimanded
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sometimes I think 'at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as _us_--
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
© James Whitcomb Riley
And you're the poet of this concern?
I've seed your name in print
