Time poems
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Intimations of Mortality
© Phyllis McGinley
Indeed, it will soon be over, I shall be done
With the querulous drill, the forceps, the clove-smelling cotton.
I can go forth into fresher air, into sun,
This narrow anguish forgotten.
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
© John Keats
I.
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
Off To School
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT doesn't seem a year ago that I was tumbling out of bed,
The icy steps that lead below at 1 a.m., barefoot, to tread,
And puttering round the kitchen stove, while chills ran up and down my form
As I stood there and waited for her bottled dinner to get warm;
Then sampled it to see that it was not too hot or not too cool,
That doesn't seem a year ago, and now she's trudging off to school.
September in Australia
© Henry Kendall
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
Ode II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear,
And dying men upraised their eyes to see
How on the conflict's lowering canopy,
Dawned the first rainbow hues of victory!
Hyperion. Book II
© John Keats
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
Safi
© Henry Kendall
Was it light, was it shadow he followed,
That he swept through those desperate tracts,
With his hair beating back on his shoulders
Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax?
The Walking Man
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie,
I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded "How!!"
Wamberal
© Henry Kendall
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,
Like the song that once I loved so, softly of the old time sings -
Forgotten Boyhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
A Captive Throstle
© Alfred Austin
Poor little mite with mottled breast,
Half-fledged, and fallen from the nest,
Botany Bay 1786
© Anonymous
O'er Neptune's domain, how extensive the scope,
Of quickly returning, how defiant the hope,
he Capes must be doubled, and then bear away
Three thousand good leagues to reach Botany Bay.
Go Not Far From Me, O My God
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Go not far from me, O my God,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt,
But go not Thou away,
And let the storm that does thy work
Deal with me as it may.
Praise The Generous Gods
© William Ernest Henley
Praise the generous gods for giving
In a world of wrath and strife,
With a little time for living,
Unto all the joy of life.
Times Defence
© Alfred Austin
``Why am I deemed an enemy of men
Who would beyond Life's limit life prolong?
Sonnet Composed On A March Morning In The Woods
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE winds are loud and trumpet-clear to-day;
They seem to sound in onset, half in ire,
Half in the wildness of a vague desire
To force spring's fairy vanguard to delay;
At A Dinner To Admiral Farragut
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
JULY 6, 1865
Now, smiling friends and shipmates all,
