Time poems
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Verses - Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford
© Matthew Prior
Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,
(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)
To The Returned Girls
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Will you read my little pome,
O you girls returnéd home
From a summertime of sport
At the Jolliest Resort,
From a Heated Term of joys
Far from urban dust and noise?
The Beggar Speaks
© Vachel Lindsay
Come, eat the bread of idleness,
Come, sit beside the spring:
Some of the flowers will keep awake,
Some of the birds will sing.
The Tent On The Beach
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--
Too light perhaps for serious years, though born
Rhaposdy
© William Stanley Braithwaite
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
"Six years, six cycles of dead hours"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Six years, six cycles of dead hours,
Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers!
It is not that, you know full well,
That makes my labouring bosom swell,
Inspiration
© Samuel Johnson
LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophets word
And the Peoples liberty!
My Political Belief
© Charles Harpur
O LIBERTY, yet build thee an august
And best abode in this most virgin clime;
Riddles
© George MacDonald
Who is it that sleeps like a top all night,
And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright
That he breaks his bed as he gets up,
And leaves it smashed like a china cup?
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First
© Mark Akenside
With what attractive charms this goodly frame
Of nature touches the consenting hearts
Monument
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
I built myself a monument, eternal and miraculous,
It's higher than the Pyramids, than metal it is harder;
Swift winds and thunder cannot knock it down
The flight of time cannot demolish it.
Express Emotions
© Corinna
Speak out. Shout
Say what you feel and think.
Decide. Write.
Express your thoughts in ink.
A Revolutionary Hero
© James Russell Lowell
Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad
His slow artillery up the Concord road,
The Taste of Morning
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish for union!
The Land Of Nowhere
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,
Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?
Where the thornless rose in its beauty blows
And little boys never are called from play?
Then, oh! hey! it is far away-
In the wonderful land of Nowhere.
The Ballad Of Downal Baun
© Padraic Colum
The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking,
Where a cloud and a cloud goes by:
Silently rocking and rocking,
The moon-cradle out in the sky.
The Rising Of The Moon
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE Day brims high its ewer
Of blue with starry light,
And crowns as King that hewer
Of clouds (which take their flight
The Bill of the Ages
© Henry Lawson
He has rowed to a wreck, when the lifeboat failed, with Jim in a crazy boat;
He has given his lifebelt many a time, and sunk that another might float.
He has stood em off while others escaped, when the niggers rushed from the hill,
And rescue parties who came too late have found what was left of Bill.
