All Poems
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Sonnet 123: "No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:..."
© William Shakespeare
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
Earlier Poems : Autumn
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
A Tragic Story
© William Makepeace Thackeray
There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.
Ebb Tide
© Sara Teasdale
When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
For A Fatherless Son
© Sylvia Plath
You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,
On First Reading John Goodbys irish Poetry Since 1950
© Barry Tebb
Barbarous insult to Yeats memory and Claudels
When I Peruse The Conquer'd Fame
© Walt Whitman
WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
The Winds
© William Lisle Bowles
When dark November bade the leaves adieu,
And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,
George Sand
© Dorothy Parker
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France).
