Time poems
/ page 353 of 792 /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.
235. SongThe 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.
133. The Brigs of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from evry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;
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?
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.
328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry
© Robert Burns
Thy rural loves are Natures 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.
386. The Rights of WomenSpoken by Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
Now, thank our stars! those Gothic times are fled;
Now, well-bred menand you are all well-bred
Most justly think (and we are much the gainers)
Such conduct neither spirit, wit, nor manners.
China 1899
© Arthur Henry Adams
She lies, a grave disdain all her defence,
Too imperturbable for scorn. She hears
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;
68. The Holy Fair
© Robert Burns
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.
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.
Fishin-Hunger
© Edgar Albert Guest
BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too,
An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day;
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.
253. Rhyming Reply to a Note from Captain Riddell
© Robert Burns
DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
Id 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 Heavn reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND.
130. Natures 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:
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 raisd us baith:
I took the way that pleasd mysel,
And sae did Death.
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.
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.
148. To Miss Logan, with Beatties 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.
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....