Time poems
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To My Child
© Vahan Tekeyan
You, eternal love for child, how did you fall into me,
Like a kind and gentle seed fallen on the desert floor,
That clinged to the other buds, waiting for a long, long while,
Guiding its juices in vain to the currents of the earth?
Eros
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristend smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
Seventeenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers
Which day and night before thine altars rise:
Not statelier, towering o'er her marble stairs,
Flashed Sion's gilded dome to summer skies,
Not holier, while around him angels bowed,
From Aaron's censer steamed the spicy cloud,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 06 - Origins And Savage Period Of Mankind
© Lucretius
But mortal man
Was then far hardier in the old champaign,
Older Than You
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;
But in some things we are older than you.
A Vanished Joy
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up-to-date,
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make,
The while I stood about and watched, the Sunday pies and cake;
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wish,
The glorious privilege of youth--to scrape the frosting dish!
Birdofredum Sawin; Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow
© James Russell Lowell
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,
To tech the leadin' featurs o' my gittin' me convarted;
Thisbe's Song
© Abraham Cowley
Come, love, why stay'st thou? The night
Will vanish ere wee taste delight.
The moone obscures her selfe from sight,
Thou absent, whose eyes give her light.
Stage Direction
© Conrad Aiken
It is a stage of ether, without space,
a space of limbo without time,
a faceless clock that never strikes;
Stage Love
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHEN the game began between them for a jest,
He played king and she played queen to match the best;
Laughter soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter,
These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.
Genesis BK XI
© Caedmon
ll. 442-460) Then God's enemy began to make him ready, equipped
in war-gear, with a wily heart. He set his helm of darkness on
Ma And The Auto
© Edgar Albert Guest
Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: "My dear,
Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.
If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright,
I'll take you where you want to go and get you back all right.
Remember that my hearing's good and also I'm not blind,
And I can drive this car without suggestions from behind."
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Nearing Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE season of the rose and peace is past:
It could not last.
There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighs
Of sorrow in the rain-lashed plains and skies,
The Whirlwind Road
© Edwin Markham
THE MUSES wrapped in mysteries of light
Came in a rush of music on the night;
Persuasions to Enjoy
© Thomas Carew
If the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish and anon must die;
Nathan The Wise - Act V
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet--he's probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience--Ha! what's the matter.
The Complacent Slacker
© Edgar Albert Guest
When he was just a lad in school,
He used to sit around and fool
On Seeing a Bust of Mrs. Montague
© Samuel Johnson
Had this fair figure, which this frame displays,
Adorn'd in Roman time the brightest days,
In every dome, in every sacred place,
Her statue would have breathed an added grace,
And on its basis would have been enroll'd,
"This is Minerva, cast in Virtue's mould."
