Time poems
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To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington,
© Mary Barber
When you command, the Muse obeys,
Proud to present her humble Lays.
Of writing I'll no more repent,
Nor think my Time unwisely spent;
If Verse the Happiness procures
Of pleasing such a Soul as yours.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.
Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
Vision
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I have not walked on common ground,
Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.
'GS' [or the Fourth Cook]
© Henry Lawson
And he peels em hard to Plymouth, peels em fast to drown his grief,
Peels em while his stomach sickens on the road to Teneriffe;
Peels em while the donkey rattles, peels em while the engine thuds,
By the time they touch at Cape Town hes a don at peeling spuds
(And he finds some time for dreaming as he gets on with the spuds).
The Ant
© Richard Lovelace
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
A little respite from thy flood of sweat!
Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant,
Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat;
Down with thy double load of that one grain!
It is a granarie for all thy train.
Safe Conduct
© Edgar Albert Guest
There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,
There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,
No deep regret awaits you at the ending of the day,
There's always joy in knowing that you've played the friend in need.
The First Part: Sonnet 7 - That learned Grecian, who did so excel
© William Henry Drummond
That learned Grecian, who did so excel
In knowledge passing sense, that he is nam'd
On Hearing A Sonata Of Beethoven's Played In The Next Room
© James Russell Lowell
Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please,
For those same notes in happier days I heard
Couplets In Praise
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny verse,
Each dear delight of your told to the universe.
The Widow With The Two Mites
© George MacDonald
Here much and little shift and change,
With scale of need and time;
There more and less have meanings strange,
Which the world cannot rime.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I ransom me? The world without,
Where once I lived in vain expense and noise,
Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout,
Back to its bosom of forgotten joys?
The Passing Of The Century
© Alfred Austin
How shall we comfort the Dying Year?
Beg him to linger, or bid him go?
Ode VII: To The Right Reverend Benjamin Lord Bishop Of Winchester
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
For toils which patriots have endur'd,
The Wolf And The Lamb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
She had hair gold as her father's corn;
She tripped and sung,
