Time poems

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New Year

© Katharine Lee Bates

WHITE year, white year,

Muffled soft in snow,

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Thebais - Book One - part I

© Pablius Papinius Statius

Fraternal rage, the guilty Thebes’ alarms,  

Th’ alternate reign destroyed by impious arms,  

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As It Is

© Edgar Albert Guest

I might wish the world were better,

I might sit around and sigh

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The Fold

© Alice Meynell

BEHOLD,

The time is now!  Bring back, bring back

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A Test Of Love

© James Whitcomb Riley

"Now who shall say he loves me not."

He wooed her first in an atmosphere

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The Young Letter Writer

© Charles Lamb

Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear Friend,
 With ease are written at the top;
When those two happy words are penned,
 A youthful writer oft will stop,

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The Rainbow

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans


SOFT falls the mild, reviving shower
 From April's changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower
 They tinge with richer dyes.

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Eclogue 6: To Varus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood

To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within

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David

© Thomas Parnell

When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd drove
To neighb'ring waters, to the neighb'ring grove;
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling wind,
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'd,
In easy notes and guise of lowly swain,
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning train.

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To A Lady, On Being Asked My Reasons For Quitting England In The Spring

© George Gordon Byron

When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers,
  A moment linger'd near the gate,
Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours,
  And bade him curse his future fate.

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Geraldine

© Henry Kendall

I think we lived a loftier life through hours of Long Ago,
For in the largened evening earth our spirits seemed to grow.
Well, that has passed, and here I stand, upon a lonely place,
While Night is stealing round the land, like Time across my face;
But I can calmly recollect our shadowy parting scene,
And swooning thoughts that had no voice — no utterance, Geraldine.

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Tale XV

© George Crabbe

transgress'd,
And while the anger kindled in his breast,
The pain must be endured that could not be

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The Tombs Of The Kings

© Mathilde Blind

Where the mummied Kings of Egypt, wrapped in linen fold on fold,

Couched for ages in their coffins, crowned with crowns of dusky gold,

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The Abduction

© Stanley Kunitz

Some things I do not profess

to understand, perhaps

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The Columbiad: Book I

© Joel Barlow

Ah, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light;
These welcome shades shall close my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tornb.

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To Quintus Hirpinus

© Eugene Field

To Scythian and Cantabrian plots,
  Pay them no heed, O Quintius!
  So long as we
  From care are free,
  Vexations cannot cinch us.

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Bribed

© Edgar Albert Guest

I know that what I did was wrong;

I should have sent you far away.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105.

© Alfred Tennyson

Let cares that petty shadows cast,
  By which our lives are chiefly proved,
  A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.

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Man And Lathe

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'm standing at my lathe all day

And this is what I hear it say:

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Italy : 16. St. Mark's Rest

© Samuel Rogers

Over how many tracts, vast, measureless,
Ages on ages roll, and none appear
Save the wild hunter ranging for his prey;
While on this spot of earth, the work of man,