Time poems
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The Two Goliaths
© Jessie Pope
GOLIATH was a giant, the bully of his side,
His coat of mail was brazen, his face was
fierce with pride;
And when a shepherd stripling to challenge him was
fain,
Eleven-foot Goliath ignored him in disdain.
Lo gens temps de pascor
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Bel Vezer, si no fos
mos enans totz en vos
laissat agra chansos
per mal dels enoyos.
The Imprisoned Innocents
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE morning I said to my wife,
Near the time when the heavens are rife
With the Equinoctial strife,
"Arabella, the weather looks ugly as sin!
Sonnet. "Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought,
In woodland paths, and lone sequestered shades,
Ode On Lord Hay's BirthDay
© James Beattie
A Muse, unskill'd in venal praise,
Unstain'd with flattery's art;
Who loves simplicity of lays
Breathed ardent from the heart;
True Love
© William Barnes
As evenèn aïr, in green-treed Spring,
Do sheäke the new-sprung pa'sley bed,
Sonnet V
© George Gascoigne
All were too little for the merchant's hand,
And yet my bravery bigger than his book;
The Lily
© Albert Durrant Watson
Still to that love I am turning
Though beyond reach of my yearning;
And never the vision shall vanish
Nor time nor eternity banish
That dream so splendid of love and tears
That still transfigures the lonely years.
Nocturne
© Rubén Dario
I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
of my vanished youth, a time of dreams and roses,
and the bitter defloration of my life
by many small cares and one vast aching sorrow.
The Passing Of Cadieux
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
'Fresh is love in May
When the Spring is yearning,
Life is but a lay,
Love is quick in learning.
And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis
© David Gascoyne
she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon
she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle
she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses
she was writing a letter to the president of france
All For The Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Things mostly happen for the best.
However hard it seems to-day,
Cezanne's Ports
© Allen Ginsberg
In the foreground we see time and life
swept in a race
toward the left hand side of the picture
where shore meets shore.
Maenad
© Sylvia Plath
Once I was ordinary:
Sat by my father's bean tree
Eating the fingers of wisdom.
The birds made milk.
When it thundered I hid under a flat stone.
Night Thoughts In Age
© John Hall Wheelock
Light, that out of the west looked back once more
Through lids of cloud, has closed a sleepy eye;
Praeceptor Amat
© Henry Timrod
How little I care
For your favorites, see! they are all of them, look!
On the spot where they fell, and - but here is your book!
Lament of the Frontier Guard (Translated by Ezra Pound)
© Li Po
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
