Time poems

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Pot And Kettle

© Robert Graves

Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot.
A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot.
The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin,
And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within.

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Mary Called Him 'Mister'

© Henry Lawson

They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum.’
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John.’
He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and asked how she was getting on.

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The Advice Of Treachery

© Leon Gellert

This well-feigned trance, this still and
  stupored sleep
is aptly timed, and nobly fits the scheme.
The cloud-encircled Sword with Night may creep

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The Death Of President Lincoln

© Joseph Furphy

Now let the howling tempest roar
For Booth can feel its force no more;
Now let the captors bend their steel
Against the form that cannot feel
Their tyranny has spent its hour
And Booth is far beyond their power.

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The Night-Walk

© George Meredith

Awakes for me and leaps from shroud
All radiantly the moon's own night
Of folded showers in streamer cloud;
Our shadows down the highway white
Or deep in woodland woven-boughed,
With yon and yon a stem alight.

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In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow

© Muriel Stuart

  To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
  As with the gentle fading of the year
  Fades rose, folds leaf, falls fruit, and to their end
  Unquestioning draw near,
  Their flowering over, and their fruiting done,
  Fulfilled and finished and going down with the sun.

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On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661.

© Anne Bradstreet

All Praise to him who hath now turn'd

My feares to Joyes, my sighes to song,

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The Dance Of The Seven Sins

© Arthur Symons

THE STAGE-MANAGER
It is. Each morning that decays
To midnight ends the world as well,
For the world's day, as that farewell
When, at the ultimate judgment-Stroke,
Heaven too shall vanish in pale smoke.

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A Convict's Lament on the Death of Captain Logan

© Anonymous


I am a native of the land of Erin,
and lately banished from that lovely shore;
I left behind my aged parents

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The Botanic Garden (Part IV)

© Erasmus Darwin

The Economy Of Vegetation

Canto IV

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

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Rachel

© Anna Akhmatova

When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.
The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,
The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder.
He rolled the old boulder away from the well
And watered the flock with clean water himself.

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What We All Think

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THAT age was older once than now,
In spite of locks untimely shed,
Or silvered on the youthful brow;
That babes make love and children wed.

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Praise Of Ysolt

© Ezra Pound

In vain have I striven,
to teach my heart to bow;
In vain have I said to him
'There be many singers greater than thou'.

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Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days)

© Harry Kemp

All hands on deck, below there!
The storm is coming soon,
The clouds tramp on in panic
Across the swirling moon.

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Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann'

© Matthew Arnold

In front the awful Alpine track
  Crawls up its rocky stair;
  The autumn storm-winds drive the rack,
  Close o'er it, in the air.

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Satyr XI. The Court

© Thomas Parnell

What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear

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The Spagnoletto. Act I

© Emma Lazarus


SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
  fifth act, in Palermo.  Time, about 1655.

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Robin Hood And The Butcher

© Andrew Lang

Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile,
With hey down, down, an a down,
That are in the bowers within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.

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The Island In The South

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,
When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.
We two escaped alone: we reached an isle
Whereon the water settled languidly