Time poems

 / page 1 of 792 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Elements of Composition

© A. K. Ramanujan

Composed as I am, like others,
  of elements on certain well-known lists,
father's seed and mother's egg

star fullstar fullstar fullstar halfstar null

Shut Not Your Doors, andc

© Walt Whitman

SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,

For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed most, I bring;

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester

© Thomas Warton

Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears

Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss,

star fullstar fullstar fullstar fullstar null

The Emigrants: Book II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Emigrants: Book I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of

Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Snow and Ice

© Quincy Troupe

ice sheets sweep this slick mirrored dark place

space as keys that turn in tight, trigger

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower

© Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Song of the Lotos-Eaters

© Alfred Tennyson

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls


Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again

© Alfred Tennyson

Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How fares it with the happy dead?

© 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.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is it, then, regret for buried time

© Alfred Tennyson

Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn

© Alfred Tennyson

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The baby new to earth and sky

© Alfred Tennyson

This use may lie in blood and breath
Which else were fruitless of their due,
Had man to learn himself anew
Beyond the second birth of Death.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy not in any Moods

© Alfred Tennyson

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O living will that shalt endure

© Alfred Tennyson

O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King

© Alfred Tennyson

Love is and was my Lord and King,

And in his presence I attend

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate all this work of Tim

© Alfred Tennyson

Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime,
The herald of a higher race,
And of himself in higher place,
If so he type this work of time

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave

© Alfred Tennyson

Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Wrong Way Home

© James Tate

All night a door floated down the river.

It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure