Time poems
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To A Caged Lion
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Poor conquered monarch! though that haughty glance
Still speaks thy courage unsubdued by time,
And in the grandeur of thy sullen tread
Lives the proud spirit of thy burning clime;--
Fettered by things that shudder at thy roar,
Torn from thy pathless wilds to pace this narrow floor!
Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone
© William Wordsworth
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones
Is not a Ruin spared or made by time,
Paracelsus: Part IV: Paracelsus Aspires
© Robert Browning
Festus.
So strange
That I must hope, indeed, your messenger
Has mingled his own fancies with the words
Purporting to be yours.
Ho Chih-chang
© Li Po
When we met the first time at Chang-an
He called me the Lost Immortal.
Then he loved the Way of Forgetting.
Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
His golden keepsake bought us wine.
Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.
Taking His Place
© Edgar Albert Guest
He's doing double duty now;
Time's silver gleams upon his brow,
An Elegy, To an Old Beauty
© Thomas Parnell
In vain, poor Nymph, to please our youthful sight
You sleep in cream and frontlets all the night,
Your face with patches soil, with paint repair,
Dress with gay gowns, and shade with foreign hair.
If truth in spight of manners must be told,
Why, really fifty-five is something old.
Alsace-Lorraine
© George Meredith
Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays,
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap, her fierier zeal
For entry on Life's upper fields: and soul thus flourishing pays
The martyr's penance, mark for brutish in man to heel.
The Iron Horse
© James Whitcomb Riley
No song is mine of Arab steed--
My courser is of nobler blood,
And cleaner limb and fleeter speed,
And greater strength and hardihood
Than ever cantered wild and free
Across the plains of Araby.
The Unknown Soldier
© Angela Morgan
He is known to the sun-white Majesties
Who stand at the gates of dawn.
The School-Mistress
© William Shenstone
Auditae voces, vagitus et ingens,
Infantunque animae flentes in limine primo. ~ Virg.
The Ride Of Rody Burke
© Alice Guerin Crist
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,
Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;
And down in Clancys paddock there were mirth and laughter gay,
Where the She-Oak Jockey Club were met upon St. Patricks day.
Forest History
© George Meredith
Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.
Heroic who came out; for round them hung
A wavering phantom's red volcano tongue,
With league-long lizard tail and fishy fin:
Impromptu (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are farlong as eternity.
The Wind And The Whirlwind
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have a thing to say. But how to say it?
I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?
How shall I move a world by lamentation,
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears?
My Australian Spurs
© William Henry Ogilvie
Old and worn my Bushland spurs
Hang above my desk to-day.
