Make Good.
500.4
If you start to do a thing, Make good;
If it be to dance or sing, Make good;
If it be to write a famous book
Or to be a noted cook,
Do your best, by hook or crook,
Make good,
If you say you'll make a name,
After love or…
The White Pilgrim.
90.6
I came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay
And pensively stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper a volce seemed to say.
"How sweetly 1 sleep here alone.
"Twas the call of my master that led me from
home;
I bade…
http://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.png00PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-08 11:49:242024-06-08 11:49:24The White Pilgrim
THE IRISH PIPES.
447.2
I heard the piper playing.
The piper old and blind:
And know its secret saying-
The voice of the summer wind.
I heard clear waters falling,
Lapping from stone to stone.
The wood dove crying and calling.
Ever alone,…
ANECDOTAL.
489.5
It was an anecdotard
And his evil passion grew,
Until his friends were driven mad
And fled his yarns, and then he had
No one to tell 'em to.
And did the ancient bore despair?
Oh, not by any means!
Those anecdotes of…
Ballard of Old-Time Ladies.
François Villon
122.6
Tell me where, in what land of shade,
Bides fair Flora of Rome, and where
Are Thais and Archiplade,
Cousins-german of beauty rare,
And Echo, more than mortal fair,
That when one calls by…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/122-6-Ballard-of-Old-Time-Ladies.jpg768674PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-08 05:59:112024-06-08 05:59:11Ballard of Old-Time Ladies.
THE CHRISTMAS GUEST.
432.3
Whoso shall come my way this night,
By moor or hill or shore,
For him the Blessed candles' light,
For him the open door.
(Oh, Mary, this for Thy Son's sake Though mine comes in no more!)
My hearth is swept, my…
The Garb of Future Success.
207.6
Hark! A shout in the hail, and a bat and & ball
Sent at random to clutter the floor:
Then a flushed little face full of sweet boyish grace
Peeping in at the half open door.
What a scarecrow divine is this…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/207-6-The-Garb-of-Future-Success.jpg829375PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 22:50:012024-06-07 22:50:01The Garb of Future Success
The Gray Spooky-spook.
335.2
The gray Spooky-spook is a creature so weird
That he frightens himself half to death,
As he shrieks through the midnight and tugs at his beard
While good folk lie holding their breath;
And he faints dead away…
DIFFICULTIES.
James J. Montague
262.5
I know a fellow who has built a ship to sail the air,
In which he hopes to fiit about like swallows, here and there,
And look with cold contempt upon us crawling things below;
The only trouble with…
They Have Given Her to Another.
600.3
They have given her to another,
They have broken every vow:
They have given her to another,
And my heart is lonely now.
They remembered not our parting,
They remembered not our tears;
They have severed…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/600-3-They-Have-Given-Her-to-Another.jpg433511PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 19:16:222024-06-07 19:16:22They Have Given Her to Another.
He Died and He Didn't
958
Mr Wilkins had a dollar, so he said he guessed
he'd pay
A little sum he'd borrowed from a gentleman
named Gray;
Then Gray he took that dollar, and be sald,
"It seems to me
I'd better pay that little debt I owe to…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/95-8-He-Died-and-He-Didn_t.jpg633335PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 17:29:352024-06-07 17:29:35He Died And He Didn’T
Song of A Thousand Years.
127.9
A thousand years, my own Columbia
'Tis the glad day so long foretold;
'Tis the glad morn whose early twilight
Washington saw in times of old.
What to the clouds one little monent
Hide the bine sky when morn…
http://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.png00PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 15:22:122024-06-07 15:22:12Song of A Thousand Years.
IN COVERT.
553.11
A density of shade among the spruces-
Where fallen twigs e'er crackle 'neath our trend;
Where aromatic odors greet the senses,
And straying sunbeams filter overhead.
A busy scratching on the smooth, brown
neodles- A muffled…
SHALL CRIME CONTINUE.
294.9
"Frivolity that with garlanded locks
Dances on the brink of an abyss,
Stupidity, that so willingly cowers
Behind tradition and what has been,
Delusion that lies so deep in night
As to think evil good- War to…
TIME WAS.
297.6
Time was when there were spelling bees
In which we did compete,
From up the town or down the town,
This side or 'cross the street;
But now they're sadly out of date,
In fact quite obsolete.
For rose a man of fertile brain,…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/297-6-TIME-WAS.jpg583498PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 08:40:542024-06-07 08:40:54TIME WAS.
The Night Rain.
Lorenzo Sosso.
425.1
Oh, how the western wind to-night wailed by,
Stirring the mute trees in their somber shrouds!
The slowly moving caravan of clouds
Crossed wearily the desert of the sky.
But silence like to death,
As…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/425-1-The-Night-Rain.jpg718650PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-07 05:50:122024-06-07 05:50:12The Night Rain.timelesspoem
The Irish Erin Grant's Lament.
543.5
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary.
Where we sat side by side:
On a bright May morning long ago,
When årst you were my belde.
The corn wus springing fresh and green,
And the lark sang loud and high,
And…
Beyon the Years.
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
293.3
Revond the years the answer lies.
Beyond where broods the grieving skies.
And night drops tears.
Where Faith rou-chastened amiles to rise
And doff its fears.
And carping sorrow pines and dies-…
https://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/293-3-Beyon-the-Years.jpg419492PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-06 23:06:422024-06-06 23:06:42Beyon the Years.
Dawn.
Virginia Woodward Cloud
191.5
Virginia Woodward Oloud in Harper's Bazar
A streak of light soft-stirred-
Thought, feeling for the word;
It trembled forth it broke,
And out the glad day spoke!
The Slave's Escape to Canada.
180.2
Iam on my way to Canada, that cold and dreary land.
The dire effects of slavery I can no longer stand;
My soul is vexed within me vo to think
I am a slave, I am resolved to stilke the blow for freedom of…
http://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.png00PoemAdminhttp://timelesspoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/timelesspoemlogo.pngPoemAdmin2024-06-06 08:57:522024-06-06 08:57:52The Slave’s Escape to Canada
Make Good.
UncategorizedThe White Pilgrim
Urban LifeTHE IRISH PIPES.
UncategorizedANECDOTAL.
UncategorizedBallard of Old-Time Ladies.
ResilienceTHE CHRISTMAS GUEST.
UncategorizedThe Garb of Future Success
UncategorizedThe Gray Spooky-spook.
UncategorizedDIFFICULTIES.
UncategorizedThey Have Given Her to Another.
UncategorizedHe Died And He Didn’T
DeathSong of A Thousand Years.
TimelessIN COVERT.
UncategorizedSHALL CRIME CONTINUE.
UncategorizedTIME WAS.
UncategorizedThe Night Rain.
UncategorizedThe Irish Erin Grant’s Lament.
UncategorizedBeyon the Years.
UncategorizedDawn
UncategorizedThe Slave’s Escape to Canada
Uncategorized