Time poems
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To The Eye
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's ray
Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,
The Universal Language Of Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
There is a universal language that is spoken by all -Both on earth and in the heavens above.It's a beautiful language that flows from the heart and it's universal name is love.
The language of love uses thoughts and feelingsto express what it wants to say,It's the language that God uses all the time when He speaks to you each day.
It's a heavenly language that communicates withsmiles, affection and tenderness,And its unspoken words will touch your heart andfill your soul with bliss.
The language of love is a gift from God that is trulyan inspiration, And it's the only language you'll ever need tocommunicate with all of creation.© Faye Kilday 2002
"Take not the Gods to task, for they are wise"
© Alfred Austin
Take not the Gods to task, for they are wise
When they refuse no less than when they grant.
The Venetian Gondolier
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
A smile of peace; her noon is nigh.
Sonnet LVIII: In Former Times
© Michael Drayton
In former times such as had store of coin,
In wars at home, or when for conquests bound,
For fear that some their treasure should purloin,
Gave it to keep to spirits within the ground,
Dedication To Coventry Patmore.
© Francis Thompson
Lo, my book thinks to look Time's leaguer down,
Under the banner of your spread renown!
Or if these levies of impuissant rhyme
Fall to the overthrow of assaulting Time,
Yet this one page shall fend oblivious shame,
Armed with your crested and prevailing Name.
Coeur De Lion
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I.
RICHARD the Lion-hearted, crowned serene
With the true royalty of perfect man;
Seated in stone above the praise or ban
Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter
© Michael Drayton
To nothing fitter can I thee compare
Than to the son of some rich penny-father,
Who, having now brought on his end with care,
Leaves to his son all he had heap'd together;
Why East Wind Chills
© Dylan Thomas
When cometh Jack Frost? the children ask.
Shall they clasp a comet in their fists?
Not till, from high and low, their dust
Sprinkles in children's eyes a long-last sleep
And dusk is crowded with the children's ghosts,
Shall a white answer echo from the rooftops.
Sonnet XLIV: Whilst Thus My Pen
© Michael Drayton
Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee,
Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face,
Where in the map of all my misery
Is modell'd out the world of my disgrace.
Summer By The Lakeside: Lake Winnipesaukee
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I. NOON.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
Light mists, whose soft embraces keep
The sunshine on the hills asleep!
Sonnet VI: How Many Paltry Things
© Michael Drayton
How many paltry, foolish, painted things,
That now is coaches trouble every street,
Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings,
Ere they be well wrapt in their winding-sheet.
Andromeda Unfettered
© Muriel Stuart
Nay, what do you seek?
If of men we be chained,
Our chains be of gold,
If the fetters we break
What conquest is gained?
Shall a hill-top out-spread a pavilion more safe than our palace hold?
Carol Of Occupations
© Walt Whitman
COME closer to me;
Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;
Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess.
Four Score
© Sir Henry Parkes
I count the mercifullest part of all
God's mercies, in this coil of eighty years,
