Time poems
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For Class Meeting
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,
To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,
Metamorphoses: Book The First
© Ovid
OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work compleat:
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Turnus had assembled all his powrs,
His standard planted on Laurentums towrs;
Ode To Broken Things
© Pablo Neruda
Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
The Ballad Of The Murdered Merchant
© Franklin Pierce Adams
All stark and cold the merchant lay,
All cold and stark lay he.
And who hath killed the fair merchant?
Now tell the truth to me.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II The Devices
Love, kiss'd by Wisdom, wakes twice Love,
And Wisdom is, thro' loving, wise.
Let Dove and Snake, and Snake and Dove,
This Wisdom's be, that Love's device.
The Mountain (excerpts)
© William Ellery Channing
…Once we built our fortress where you see
Yon group of spruce-trees sidewise on the line
Breitmann In Belgium. Gent.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
If I hat gold, as I hafe time,
I tells you how 'tvere shpent,
On efery year I'd shtay a week
In Vlanderen's hoofstad, Gent.
A Child's Hair
© William Watson
A letter from abroad. I tear
Its sheathing open, unaware
What treasure gleams within; and there-
Like bird from cage-
Flutters a curl of golden hair
Out of the page.
Turn O' The Year
© Katharine Tynan
This is the time when bit by bit
The days begin to lengthen sweet
And every minute gained is joy -
And love stirs in the heart of a boy.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:
Latest Views Of Mr. Biglow
© James Russell Lowell
Ef I a song or two could make
Like rockets druv by their own burnin',
Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth
© Ovid
The End of the Twelfth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Substitute
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!
The bitter, bitter doom!
What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end--
This death of shame and gloom?
Wold Friends A-Met
© William Barnes
Aye, vull my heart's blood now do roll,
An' gaÿ do rise my happy soul,
The Columbine
© Jones Very
Still, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee,
Till I forget that I am called a man,
The Rose And The Fern
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn,
Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bower
High overhead the trellised roses burn;
Beneath thy feet behold the feathery fern,--
A leaf without a flower.
Talbragar
© Henry Lawson
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denvers wife bowed down her headher daughters grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the biggest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
