Time poems
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Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks
The silence of the summer day,
As by the loveliest of all lakes
I while the idle hours away.
Ballad of Queensland
© Anonymous
Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt -
Black Alice so dusky and dark -
Sonnet LXXXV: Vain Virtues
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?
None of the sins,but this and that fair deed
The Laureate
© Robert Graves
Like a lizard in the sun, though not scuttling
When men approach, this wretch, this thing of rage,
Scowls and sits rhyming in his horny age.
To Mrs. Goodchild
© Charles Stuart Calverley
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow,
The boding bat flits by on sullen wing,
And I sit desolate, like that "one swallow"
Who found (with horror) that he'd not brought spring:
Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb
Drew from its pie-y lair the solitary plum.
On A Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing A Young Bird
© William Cowper
A spaniel, Beau, that fares like you,
Well fed, and at his ease,
Should wiser be than to pursue
Each trifle that he sees.
The Vision Of Echard
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Benedictine Echard
Sat by the wayside well,
Where Marsberg sees the bridal
Of the Sarre and the Moselle.
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
© Anna Laetitia Waring
O, this is blessing, this is rest
Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:
Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook
© William Ernest Henley
Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook
And the rope of the Black Election,
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
Coronation Poem And Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has kept
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV A Riddle Solved
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!
On Love And Beauty: I: To A Promessa Sposa
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Look on this flower, which, from its little tree
Of bodily stem and branches and leaves green,
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,
Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.
A flock of pigeons rises with blue wings flashing,
Rises with whistle of wings, hovers an instant,
And settles slowly again on the tarnished grass.
The Temperaments
© Ezra Pound
Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons, 64 fornications and
something approaching a rape
A Deepe Groane Fetch'd at the Funerall of that incomparable and Glorious Monarch, CHARLES THE FIRST
© Henry King
To speak our Griefes as full over thy Tombe
(Great Soul) we should be Thunder-struck, and dumbe:
Little Bo-Peep
© George MacDonald
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trailing their tails behind them!
An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,
