Time poems
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Oer The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain
© William Wordsworth
O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,
Dwells in the affections and the soul of man
A Godhead, like the universal PAN;
But more exalted, with a brighter train:
Pebbles
© Herman Melville
I
Though the Clerk of the Weather insist,
And lay down the weather-law,
Pintado and gannet they wist
That the winds blow whither they list
In tempest or flaw.
To Sylvia
© Giacomo Leopardi
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still
That period of thy mortal life,
When beauty so bewildering
Shone in thy laughing, glancing eyes,
As thou, so merry, yet so wise,
Youth's threshold then wast entering?
Lines on A Fly-Leaf
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I need not ask thee, for my sake,
To read a book which well may make
Craven
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and flame;
Gun to gun he had battered the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
Wapping Old Stairs
© William Makepeace Thackeray
"Your Molly has never been false, she declares,
Since the last time we parted at Wapping Old Stairs;
The Marriage Of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
I would go home againto rooms...
© Boris Pasternak
I would go home againto rooms
With sadness large at eventide,
Go in, take off my overcoat,
And in the light of streets outside
November, 1851
© George MacDonald
Why wilt thou stop and start?
Draw nearer, oh my heart,
And I will question thee most wistfully;
Gather thy last clear resolution
To look upon thy dissolution.
Sonnet XV. To Schiller
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Schiller! that hour I would have wished to die,
If thro' the shudd'ring midnight I had sent
From the dark Dungeon of the Tower time-rent
That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry--
The Flag On The Farm
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've raised a flagpole on the farm
And flung Old Glory to the sky,
Affinities
© Mathilde Blind
TAKE me to thy heart, and let me
Rest my head a little while;
Rest my heart from griefs that fret me
In the mercy of thy smile.
Visits To St. Elizabeth's
© Elizabeth Bishop
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
In Time of Sickness
© Robert Fuller Murray
Lost Youth, come back again!
Laugh at weariness and pain.
Come not in dreams, but come in truth,
Lost Youth.
Envy
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,
And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
Yours must be the sacrifices of the trial time of life.
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but I'll never think of you
Without wishing I were sharing in the work you have to do.
The Jewish Cemetery At Newport. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The very names recorded here are strange,
Of foreign accent, and of different climes;
Alvares and Rivera interchange
With Abraham and Jacob of old times.
The Charter;
© Helen Maria Williams
ADDRESSED
TO MY NEPHEW
ATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,
ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.
Grief
© Arthur Symons
The wind shook not in grass nor leaf,
I had lain down with Perfect Grief,
Not yet had come that angry thief
Night that gives Passion some relief.
