Time poems
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Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
Anhelli - Chapter 11
© Juliusz Slowacki
Then the Shaman, having finished the burial of the dead men,
sought him with his eyes ;
and seeing hirn nowhere, went up on the hill.
Adventure
© Alice Guerin Crist
We found one evening, in the scrub,
a road the timber-getters made,
a winding, dim, mysterious track,
and we raced down it, half afraid.
Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come
© William Shakespeare
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
Auld Lang Syne
© Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
© William Shakespeare
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent
© William Stafford
Whispering to each handhold, I'll be back,
I go up the cliff in the dark. One place
The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,
Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured
To the Great Father, only Rightful King,
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!
The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
© William Shakespeare
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
© William Shakespeare
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent
© William Shakespeare
How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight
© William Shakespeare
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
The Roads Of Happiness
© Edgar Albert Guest
The roads of happiness are not
The selfish roads of pleasure seeking,
Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day
© William Shakespeare
If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover,
My Soul Is Marching On!
© Paramahansa Yogananda
The shining stars are sunk in darkness deep,
The weary sun is dead at night,
The moons soft smile doth fade anon;
But still my soul is marching on!
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
© William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
© William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison
© Benjamin Jonson
The Turn
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
