Time poems
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The Oldest Inhabitant
© Augusta Davies Webster
"AND when came I to this town?" did he say!
A question asked for the asking's sake,
Going And Staying
© Thomas Hardy
The moving sun-shapes on the spray,
The sparkles where the brook was flowing,
Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,
These were the things we wished would stay;
But they were going.
Sonnets Of The Blood IV
© Allen Tate
The times have changed. Why do you make a fuss
For privilege when there's no law of form?
The Irish Emigrants Mother
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
"Oh! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water;
Oh! come with me, and come with him, the husband of thy daughter;
Oh! come with us, and come with them, the sister and the brother,
Who, prattling climb thy ag'ed knees, and call thy daughter-mother.
The Bushmans Lullaby
© Rolf Boldrewood
Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,
It must be fresher outside;
The long hot day is well nigh done;
Its a chance if I see another one;
I should like to look on the setting sun,
And the water, cool and wide.
Ode To Naples
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
EPODE 1a.
I stood within the City disinterred;
And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls
Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard
Excerpt "Goldilocks and the Three Bears"
© Roald Dahl
"This famous wicked little tale
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook..."
Edith: A Tale Of The Woods
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,
And the hunter's hearth away;
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,
Daughter! thou canst not stay.
As Fall The Leaves
© Edgar Albert Guest
As fall the leaves, so drop the days
In silence from the tree of life;
Born for a little while to blaze
In action in the heat of strife,
And then to shrivel with Time's blast
And fade forever in the past.
The Journey
© Charles Churchill
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose
All, who, not daring to appear my foes,
Wasp
© Zbigniew Herbert
When the honey, fruit and flowery tablecloth were whisked from the table in one sweep, it flew of with a start. Entangled in the suffocating smoke of the curtains, it buzzed for a long time. At last it reached the window. It beat its weakening body repeatedly against the cold, solid air of the pane. In the last flutter of its wings drowsed the faith that the bodys unrest can awaken a wind carrying us to longed-for worlds.
You who stood under the window of your beloved, who saw your happiness in a shop windowdo you know how to take away the sting of this death?
Thule
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Random rock
And the stain of the rain,
Smell of bracken,
The windy moor
And the wild cloud,
Quitting Again
© Eugene Field
The hero of
Affairs of love
By far too numerous to be mentioned,
And scarred as I'm,
It seemeth time
That I were mustered out and pensioned.
Vanity of Vanities
© Michael Wigglesworth
Vain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,
Learn what thou art when thine estate is best:
A restless Wave o'th' troubled Ocean,
A Dream, a lifeless Picture finely drest:
The Delights of Mathematics
© Robert Fuller Murray
O Bejants! blessed, beardless men,
Who strive with Euclid in your attics,
For worlds I would not taste again
The deep delights of Mathematics.
My Namesake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
A green leaf on your own Green Banks--
The memory of your friend.
The Great Titanic
© Anonymous
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock
When that great Titanic began to reel and rock;
People began to scream and cry,
Saying, "Lord, am I going to die?"
