Time poems
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Amours De Voyage, Canto I
© Arthur Hugh Clough
I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.
The Poet Orders His Tomb
© Edgar Bowers
I summon up Panofskv from his bed
Among the famous dead
To build a tomb which, since I am not read,
Suffers the stones mortality instead;
Her Letter
© Francis Bret Harte
I'm sitting alone by the fire,
Dressed just as I came from the dance,
'Monstre' Balloon
© Richard Harris Barham
Oh! fie! Mister Nokes,- for shame, Mister Nokes!
To be poking your fun at us plain-dealing folks -
Sir, this isn't a time to be cracking your jokes,
And such jesting, your malice but scurvily cloaks;
Such a trumpery tale every one of us smokes,
And we know very well your whole story's a hoax!-
Roll On Time, Roll On
© Julia A Moore
Roll on time, roll on, as it always has done,
Since the time this world first begun;
It can never change my love that I gave a dear man,
Faithful friend, I gave my heart and hand.
Dining-Room Tea
© Rupert Brooke
When you were there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too,
"How Did You Rest, Last Night?"
© James Whitcomb Riley
"How did you rest, last night?"--
I've heard my gran'pap say
Phyllis
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Lo atrevido de un pincel,
Filis, dio a mi pluma alientos:
que tan gloriosa desgracia
más causa corrió que miedo.
The Power Of Words Oinos.
© Edgar Allan Poe
You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be
demanded. Not even here is knowledge a thing of intuition.
For wisdom, ask of the angels freely, that it may be given!
Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
© William Wordsworth
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay
Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;
Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,
Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day;
Practicing Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
Always whenever I want to play
I've got to practice an hour a day,
Psalm 10
© Isaac Watts
Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
Voyage of the Jettie
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A shallow stream, from fountains
Deep in the Sandwich mountains,
Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;
And, between its flood-torn shores,
Sped by sail or urged by oars
No keel had vexed it ever.
Footsteps in the Street
© Robert Fuller Murray
Oh, will the footsteps never be done?
The insolent feet
Thronging the street,
Forsaken now of the only one.
Custer: Book Third
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.
The Offering
© Edith Nesbit
What will you give me for this heart of mine,
No heart of gold, and yet my dearest treasure?
It has its graces, it can ache and pine,
The Gatekeeper
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE sunlight falls on old Quebec,
A city framed of rose and gold,
Vigil
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the hollow of pale night upon the moor
The silence blows a perfume: O but hark!
A sound is in the bosom of the dark,
Breathed like a secret from the glimmering shore;
Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots
© William Wordsworth
SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
