Time poems
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A Dog Has Died
© Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Autumn Wealth
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
Love Recalled in Sleep
© Robert Fuller Murray
There was a time when in your face
There dwelt such power, and in your smile
I know not what of magic grace;
They held me captive for a while.
In The White Giant's Thigh
© Dylan Thomas
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,
Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
Where barren as boulders women lie longing still
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
© George Berkeley
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day:
Times noblest offspring is the last.
Tremble oh my gravemound
© Matsuo Basho
Tremble, oh my gravemound,
in time my cries will be
only this autumn wind
The Girl's Lamentation
© William Allingham
With grief and mourning I sit to spin;
My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;
He passes by me, both day and night,
And carries off my poor heart's delight.
Constable MCartys Investigations
© Henry Lawson
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders
Stood a terrace in the city when the current year began,
After My Death
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
And great, great is the pain!
There was a man-and see: he is no more,
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped,
one more song he had to go,
and now the song is gone for good,
gone for good!
Grace Darling or "The Wreck of the Forfarshire"
© William Topaz McGonagall
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day
In the year of 1838, a steamer passed through the Fairway
Between the Farne Islands and the coast, on her passage northwards;
But the wind was against her, and the steamer laboured hard.
The Happy Little Cripple
© James Whitcomb Riley
I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow
An' get a great big man at all!--'cause Aunty told me so.
A Second Review Of The Grand Army
© Francis Bret Harte
I read last night of the Grand Review
In Washington's chiefest avenue,-
Tell Me
© George MacDonald
"Traveller, what lies over the hill?
Traveller, tell to me:
Tip-toe-high on the window-sill
Over I cannot see."
The Geate A-Vallen To
© William Barnes
In the zunsheen of our zummers
Wi the hay time now a-come,
How busy wer we out a-vield
Wi vew a-left at hwome,
An Epitaph For Keats
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THROUGH one, years since hanged and forgot
Who stabbed backs by the Quarter,
Here lieth one whowhile Time's stream
Runneth, as God hath taught her,
Bearing man's fame to men,will have
His great name writ in water.
Elegy XXI. Taking a View of the Country From His Retirement
© William Shenstone
Thus Damon sung-What though unknown to praise,
Umbrageous coverts hide my Muse and me,
Or mid the rural shepherds flow my days?
Amid the rural shepherds, I am free.
The Spagnoletto. Act II
© Emma Lazarus
Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA
together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS and LADIES, dancing or
promenading.
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Seventh
© William Wordsworth
"Powers there are
That touch each other to the quick--in modes
Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive,
No soul to dream of."
