Time poems

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The Complaint: or Night Thoughts (excerpt)

© Edward Young

By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;

  There's no prerogative in human hours.

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235. Song—The Fall of the Leaf

© Robert Burns

THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill;
How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear!
As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year.

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133. The Brigs of Ayr

© Robert Burns

THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from ev’ry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;

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To One In A Hostile Camp

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be
Your counsellor for these mad days of war,
I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty
Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear?

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

It was a booth no larger than the rest,
No loftier fashioned and no more sublime,
As poor a shrine as ever youth possessed
In which to worship truth revealed in time.

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328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry

© Robert Burns

Thy rural loves are Nature’s sel’;
Nae bombast spates o’ nonsense swell;
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
O’ witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.

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386. The Rights of Women—Spoken by Miss Fontenelle

© Robert Burns

Now, thank our stars! those Gothic times are fled;
Now, well-bred men—and you are all well-bred—
Most justly think (and we are much the gainers)
Such conduct neither spirit, wit, nor manners.

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China 1899

© Arthur Henry Adams

She lies, a grave disdain all her defence,


Too imperturbable for scorn. She hears

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75. Halloween

© Robert Burns

UPON that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans 2 dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;

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68. The Holy Fair

© Robert Burns

UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Nature’s face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An’ snuff the caller air.

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On Australian Hills

© Ada Cambridge

 Oh, to be there to-night!
To see that rose of sunset flame and fade
 On ghostly mountain height,
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade
 From the departing light,
Each tree-fern feather of the wildwood glade.

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Fishin’-Hunger

© Edgar Albert Guest

BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too,

An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day;

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179. To Miss Ferrier, enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair

© Robert Burns

NAE heathen name shall I prefix,
Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks,
For rhyme-inspiring lasses.

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253. Rhyming Reply to a Note from Captain Riddell

© Robert Burns

DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride,
Though ’twere wi’ royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel’ look blate—
The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND.

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130. Nature’s Law: A Poem

© Robert Burns

LET other heroes boast their scars,
The marks of sturt and strife:
And other poets sing of wars,
The plagues of human life:

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59. Death and Dr. Hornbook

© Robert Burns

But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell
Some wee short hour ayont the twal’,
Which rais’d us baith:
I took the way that pleas’d mysel’,
And sae did Death.

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The Art Of War. Book VI.

© Henry James Pye

If chiefs like these in combat vers'd have found
Their honors fade as fortune sudden frown'd,
If they have fall'n from fortune's giddy height,
What can ye hope yet novices in fight?—
Scarce wean'd by fierce Bellona's fostering arms,
Young in the field, and new to War's alarms.

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Life Is A Dream - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CLOTALDO.  Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

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148. To Miss Logan, with Beattie’s Poems

© Robert Burns

AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.

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The General Elliott

© Robert Graves

  He fell in victory's fierce pursuit,
  Holed through and through with shot,
  A sabre sweep had hacked him deep
  Twixt neck and shoulderknot....