Time poems
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Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy
© Walter Savage Landor
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve,Some froward, some sedater, some adorn'dFor festival, some reckless of attire
Rotten Row
© Frederick Locker Lampson
I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay;I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:And when I ride in Rotten Row,I wonder why they call'd it so.
The Obstructionist
© Knox Edmund George Valpy
She was not built upon a beauteous plan; I did not like her face or features much,The lady who was talking to the man Behind the little hutch.
McAndrew's Hymn
© Rudyard Kipling
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam
To a Kaffir Baby
© King Edith L. M.
Kaffir baby, Kaffir baby, Going to the kraal,Are you really comfortable Hanging in your shrawl?
Thunder at Night
© King Edith L. M.
Drop, drop, splash, splash, A vivid flashThat rends the dark asunder;
Injun Summah
© Benjamin Franklin King
De Injun summah's comin',De bees is all froo hummin',De watah-mellon thumbin' Has passed long time ago
Yozgad IV: How like an ocean is existence here
© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander
Yozgad is situated in a remote and high valley of the Anatolian tableland
Unto this Last
© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander
"UNTO this last" -- what is there in this WordShould so betray the grasping World and meThat any other meaning is prefer'dThan the plain truth, "This last as unto thee"?
The Prisoner's Road
© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander
There is a road where silence stalks,Where man, since his first dawn arose,Out as upon an ocean walksInto the desert, where who goesAs one of a long captive train,May share the thoughts of them that weptBy Babylonian waters, and againBow down in sorrow where they slept
And this my hope sits high for time must pass
© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander
NINETEEN SONNETS(OLD STYLE)
London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick at the Opening of the Theatre in Drury-Lane, 1747
© Samuel Johnson
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foesFirst rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new:Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign,And panting Time toil'd after him in vain:His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd,And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
