Time poems

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The Fallen Elm

© Alfred Austin

The popinjay screamed from tree to tree,
Then was lost in the burnished leaves;
The sky was as blue as a southern sea,
And the swallow came back to the eaves.

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The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THEY sat in silent watchfulness
The sacred cypress-tree about,
And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,
Their failing eyes looked out.

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King Stephen

© John Keats

A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY

ACT I.

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Good-bye

© Ada Cambridge

Good-bye! - 'tis like a churchyard bell - good-bye!
Poor weeping eyes!  Poor head, bowed down with woe!
Kiss me again, dear love, before you go.
Ah, me, how fast the precious moments fly!
 Good-bye!  Good-bye!

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The Sensitive Plant

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

PART 1.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light.
And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.

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To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In

© Richard Lovelace

  This is the prittiest motion:
Madam, th' alarums of a drumme
That cals your lord, set to your cries,
To mine are sacred symphonies.

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Death Alone

© Pablo Neruda

Death is drawn to sound
like a slipper without a foot, a suit without its wearer,
comes to knock with a ring, stoneless and fingerless,
comes to shout without a mouth, a tongue, without a throat.
Nevertheless its footsteps sound
and its clothes echo, hushed like a tree.

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Monday Before Easter

© John Keble

"Father to me thou art and mother dear,
  And brother too, kind husband of my heart -
So speaks Andromache in boding fear,
  Ere from her last embrace her hero part -
So evermore, by Faith's undying glow,
We own the Crucified in weal or woe.

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Mary in Bethlehem: A Nativity

© Arthur Symons

JOSEPH
The night is blue, with stars of gold;
The middle watch of night is past;
See now, it will be morning soon!
Yet there is time enough for sleep.
[He shuts the door, and stands near the manger. ]

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Last Sonnets At Paris

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I

Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem;

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Songs of the Voices of Birds: Introduction

© Jean Ingelow

CHILD AND BOATMAN.

“Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs.”

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The House Of Falling Leaves

© William Stanley Braithwaite

If change and fate and hapless circumstance
May baffle and perplex the moaning sea,
And day and night in alternate advance
Still hold the primal Reasoning in fee,
Cannot my Grief be strong enough to chance
My voice across the tide I cannot see?

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After The Funeral (In Memory Of Ann Jones)

© Dylan Thomas

After the funeral, mule praises, brays,

Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tap

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Shiftless

© Raymond Carver



The people who were better than us were comfortable.

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The Trance

© Stephen Spender

Restless, you turn to me and press
Those timid words against my ear
Which thunder at my heart like stones.
"Mercy," you plead, Then "Who can bless?"
You ask. "I am pursued by Time," you moan.

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Of The Three Seekers

© William Morris

Whither away to seek good cheer?
“Ah me!” said the third, “that my love were anear!
Were the world as little as it is wide,
In a happy house should ye abide.
Were the world as kind as it is hard,
Ye should behold a fair reward.”

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Elegy I

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'

hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly

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Letters To The Roman Friend

© Joseph Brodsky

From Martial

  Now is windy and the waves are cresting over

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Roosevelt

© John Jay Chapman

[Lines read at the Harvard Club, New York, on February 9, 1919]

LIFE seems belittled when a great man dies;

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How John Quit The Farm

© James Whitcomb Riley

Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
  Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on--
  And then, I want to say to you, we _needed_ he'p about,
  As you'd admit, ef you'd a-seen the way the crops turned out!