Time poems
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61. Second Epistle to J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
Then may Lapraik and Burns arise,
To reach their native, kindred skies,
And sing their pleasures, hopes an joys,
In some mild sphere;
Still closer knit in friendships ties,
Each passing year!
The Splendid Shilling
© John Arthur Phillips
- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
© Robert Burns
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of "The Faerie Queene"
© John Keats
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore
Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,
And did refit his limbs as heretofore,
And made him read in many a learned book,
Sonnet: Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
105. Despondency: An Ode
© Robert Burns
OPPRESSD with grief, oppressd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh;
O life! thou art a galling load,
The Death
© Leon Gellert
Im hit. Its come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in
My God
. Im hit again!
The Age Of The Antonines
© Herman Melville
While faith forecasts millennial years
Spite Europe's embattled lines,
Blood Road
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Old Year groaned as he trudged away,
His guilty shadow black on the snow,
And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey
At the road Time bade him go.
399. SongOpen the door to me, oh
© Robert Burns
OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho thou hast been false, Ill ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.
91. The Vision
© Robert Burns
And wear thou thisshe solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polishd leaves and berries red
Did rustling play;
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away. [To Mrs. Stewart of Stair Burns presented a manuscript copy of the Vision. That copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in his Kilmarnock volume. Seven of these he restored in printing his second edition, as noted on p. 174. The following are the verses which he left unpublished.]
The Dawning
© Henry Vaughan
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry,
"The bridegroom's coming," fill the sky?
Old-Fashioned Letters
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!
And nobody writes them now;
192. SongThe Bonie Lass of Albany
© Robert Burns
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An the bonie Lass of Albany.
110. Epistle to a Young Friend
© Robert Burns
May, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind memento:
Finality
© Charles Harpur
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life
Is all the Past makes mineand still
A cold contempt of Fortunes strife,
Despite the dread
Of want of bread,
Numbs, clogs like ice, my weary will.
Years Have Passed
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
Even in our wandering journey,
The lonely moon accompanies us lighting us from the sky,
The waning moon I used to gaze at in the Royal City.
