Time poems
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Little Miss Six OClock
© Edgar Albert Guest
JUST at the edge of the night and the morning,
Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed,
When The Poet Came
© Eugene Field
The ferny places gleam at morn,
The dew drips off the leaves of corn;
Along the brook a mist of white
Fades as a kiss on lips of light;
For, lo! the poet with his pipe
Finds all these melodies are ripe!
Starling
© Katharine Tynan
The starling in the ivy now,
For to amuse his dear,
Mimics the dog, the cat, the cow,
Blackbird and Chanticleer.
Toward the Close
© Robert Crawford
Time grows upon us until we exhaust
Hope's possibilities, and then we die
The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus
© George Gordon Byron
'In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,'
Replied Euryalus; 'it scorns control!
Hence, let us haste! '- their brother guards arose,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose;
The pair, bouyed up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king.
Lilac Blossoms
© Padraic Colum
WE mark the playing-time of sun and rain,
Until the rain too heavily upon us
The Crusader
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;
Of The Loss of Time
© John Hoskins
If life be time that here is lent,
And time on earth be cast away,
Whoso his time hath here misspent,
Hath hastened his own dying day:
So it doth prove a killing crime
To massacre our living time.
Lines II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YE cannot add by any pile ye raise,
One jot or tittle to the statesman's fame;
That the world knows; to the far future days
Belongs his glory, and its radiant flame
The Art Of War. Book III.
© Henry James Pye
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trod
Where lie the treasures of the warrior God;
Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is little fame,
Little avails the soldier's ardent flame,
Unless to all the heights of art you climb,
And reach of martial skill the true sublime.
An Indian Story
© William Cullen Bryant
"I know where the timid fawn abides
In the depths of the shaded dell,
Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,
With its many stems and its tangled sides,
From the eye of the hunter well.
The House Of Splendour
© Ezra Pound
Tis Evanoe's,
A house not made with hands,
But out somewhere beyond the worldly ways
Her gold is spread, above, around, inwoven;
Strange ways and walls are fashioned out of it.
"I have to make a soul for one"
© Lesbia Harford
I have to make a soul for one
Who lost his soul in childhood's hour.
And I'm not surenot really sure
If I have power.
On Leaving Bath.
© Mary Barber
The Britons, in their Nature shy,
View Strangers with a distant Eye:
We think them partial and severe;
And judge their Manners by their Air:
Are undeceiv'd by Time alone;
Their Value rises, as they're known.
A Little Girl Lost
© William Blake
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
A Cloud In Trousers - part II
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Glorify me!
For me the great are no match.
Upon every achievement
I stamp nihil
