Time poems
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Bulb Planting Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
Last night he said the dead were dead
And scoffed my faith to scorn;
To a Lady who sent me a copy of verses at my going to bed
© Henry King
Lady your art or wit could nere devise
To shame me more then in this nights surprise.
Why I am quite unready, and my eye
Now winking like my candle, doth deny
Envoy--To Charles Baxter
© William Ernest Henley
Do you remember
That afternoon--that Sunday afternoon! -
Time And Love
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
The Land Of Pallas
© Archibald Lampman
Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.
The Secret Of The Stars
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!
Vision Of Columbus - Book 8
© Joel Barlow
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night
Banished from Massachusetts
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Over the threshold of his pleasant home
Set in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,
The Curve Of Your Eyes
© Paul Eluard
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
A ring of sweetness and dance
halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived through
Its that your eyes have not always been mine.
Seeking For Happiness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
Voice Of New England
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UP the hillside, down the glen,
Rouse the sleeping citizen;
Summon out the might of men!
Like a lion growling low,
Hymns to the Night : 2
© Novalis
Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the Night
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May
© George MacDonald
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
The Bunch Of Grapes
© George Herbert
Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man
Hath let thee out again:
The Willing Horse
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death
Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;
Afar In The Desert
© Thomas Pringle
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
