Time poems
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44
© Alfred Tennyson
If such a dreamy touch should fall,
O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
My guardian angel will speak out
In that high place, and tell thee all.
My Ladys Slipper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Only the bark of my dog in the tower,
Glad in his play;
"Red was her cloak, and her face like a flower";
Hide it away!
The Despair
© Abraham Cowley
Beneath this gloomy shade,
By Nature only for my sorrows made,
I'll spend this voyce in crys,
In tears I'll waste these eyes
Arabella Stuart
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron
Dedication: To W. R. B.
© Stephen Vincent Benet
And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
The Two Rabbins
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,
The Gentle Hint
© Edward Harrington
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
I doubt hed had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
Some blokes aint got no pride he said, but I was always proud.
The Meeting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The elder folks shook hands at last,
Down seat by seat the signal passed.
A Dream
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I dreamt a dream, a dazzling dream, of a green isle far away,
Where the glowing West to the ocean's breast calleth the dying day;
Picture Songs
© George MacDonald
A pale green sky is gleaming;
The steely stars are few;
The moorland pond is steaming
A mist of gray and blue.
Autumn Song
© Robert Laurence Binyon
All is wild with change,
Large the yellow leaves
Hang, so frail and few.
Now they go, they too
The Death Of Almanzor
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Two and fifty times Almanzor had the Christian host o'erthrown;
Still again the Christians gatherèd, by despair the stronger grown.
Cityless and mountain--refuged they approacht the Douro's shores,
Falling, as a storm in summer, on the unsuspecting Moors.
An Afternoon In July
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How hushed and still are earth and air,
How languid neath the suns fierce ray
The Shepheardes Calender: August
© Edmund Spenser
Cuddye.
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none.
Little lacketh Perigot of the best.
And Willye is not greatly ouergone,
So weren his vndersongs well addrest.
The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth
© William Watson
Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent
When down the lonely mountain-side he went,
The Love Of The Game
© Edgar Albert Guest
There is too much of sighing, and weaving
Of pitiful tales of despair.
Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem
© James Russell Lowell
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,
And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;
The Norsemen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
A relic to the present cast,
Rose Lorraine
© Henry Kendall
Sweet water-moons, blown into lights
Of flying gold on pool and creek,
