Time poems
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To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare
© Benjamin Jonson
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
The Song Of Hiawatha XIII: Blessing The Cornfields
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,
Of the happy days that followed,
Dream Song 19
© John Berryman
Here, whence
all have departed orwill do, here airless, where
that witchy ball
wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living
drops limply into one's hands
without pleasure or interest
Cutty Sark
© Hart Crane
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano jogged
Stamboul Nightsweaving somebodys nickelsang
To a Very Young Lady
© Edmund Waller
Why came I so untimely forth
Into a world which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth
Or shadow of felicity?
That time should me so far remove
From that which I was born to love.
Lines: That time is dead for ever, child!
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past
Ritner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,
One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!
Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,
Erect, when the multitude bends to the storm;
A Priest
© Norman Rowland Gale
NATURE and he went ever hand in hand
Across the hills and down the lonely lane;
The Queen's Rival
© Sarojini Naidu
"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen."
. . . . .
A Jog-Trot Pair
© Thomas Hardy
Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
How Long?
© Katharine Lee Bates
How long, O Prince of Peace, how long? We sicken of the shame
Of this wild war that wraps the world, a roaring dragon-flame
Jealousy
© Franklin Pierce Adams
My reason reels, my cheeks grow pale,
My heart becomes unduly spiteful,
My verses in the _Evening Mail_
Are far from snappy and delightful.
I put a civil question, Lyddy:
Is that a way to treat one's stiddy?
Drought Year
© Judith Wright
That time of drought the embered air
burned to the roots of timber and grass.
The crackling lime-scrub would not bear
and Mooni Creek was sand that year.
The dingo's cry was strange to hear.
Anecdote For Fathers
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inland Revenue Service).
And is it so? Can Folly stalk
Man
© Henry Vaughan
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
© Richard Savage
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!
At Sugar Camp
© Edgar Albert Guest
At Sugar Camp the cook is kind
And laughs the laugh we knew as boys;
The Burden of Nineveh
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In our Museum galleries
To-day I lingered o'er the prize
