Time poems

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The Columbiad: Book IX

© Joel Barlow

Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.

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Evening. By a Tailor

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Day hath put on his jacket, and around

His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.

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Hope, An Allegorical Sketch

© William Lisle Bowles

I am the comforter of them that mourn;

  My scenes well shadowed, and my carol sweet,

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Shui lung yin

© Su Tung-po

Like a flower, but not a flower

No one cares when it falls

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England's Day: A War-Saga

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Commended To Gortschakoff, Grant, And Bismark; And Dedicated To The British

1871

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Poets Of The Olden Time

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE brave old poets sing of nobler themes
Than those weak griefs which harass craven souls;
The torrent of their lusty music rolls
Not through dark valleys of distempered dreams,

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Our Canal

© Harriet Monroe

"All that was writ shall be fulfilled at last.
Come—till we round the circle, end the story.
The west-bound sun leads forward to the past
The thundering cruisers and the caravels.
Tomorrow you shall hear our song of glory
Rung in the chime of India's temple bells."

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To A Vers Librist

© Franklin Pierce Adams

"Oh bard," I said, "your verse is free;
The shackles that encumber me,
The fetters that are my obsession,
Are never gyves to your expression.

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Not In This Chamber

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Not in this chamber only at my birth-

  When the long hours of that mysterious night

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Song of Nature

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.

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John Adams Monarchical Ideas

© Mercy Otis Warren

SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct

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Anhelli - Chapter 10

© Juliusz Slowacki

And lo, those exiles in the snowy tabernacle,
in the absence of the Shaman, had begun to quarrel among themselves,
and had divided into three groups ;
but each of these groups thought of the deliverance of the fatherland.

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To A Butterfly

© William Wordsworth

STAY near me--do not take thy flight!

A little longer stay in sight!

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Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:

How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,

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A Valentine [From an old Lover]

© Jessie Pope

Estelle, when you and I were rising nine

Perhaps you'd rather I suppressed the date

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Butterflies

© Alfred Noyes

  Where were all the butterflies
  When the skies
  Clouded and their bowers of clover
  Bowed beneath the golden shower?
  Every flower
  Shook and the rose was brimming over.

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To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lady, how can it chance--yet this we see

In long experience--that will longer last

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Gitanjali

© Rabindranath Tagore

1.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

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The Bush Fire

© Charles Harpur

  What this might be he wondered—but not long;
Divining soon the cause—a vast Bush Fire!
But deeming it too distant yet for harm,
During the night betiding, to repose
With his bed-faring household he retired.

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Our Atlas

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,
Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled
The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might
And left him standing all alone, to set the wrong things right.