Poem Lake | Page 565 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

Two butterflies went out at Noon — Two butterflies went out at Noon — And waltzed upon a Farm — Then stepped straight through the Firmament And rested, on a Beam — And then — together bore away Upon a shining Sea — Though never yet,... Poet:	The Two Devines It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant clash that the shear-blades make When the fastest shearers are making play; But there wasn't a man in the shearers' lines... Poet:	Two Lengths has every Day — Two Lengths has every Day — Its absolute extent And Area superior By Hope or Horror lent — Eternity will be Velocity or Pause At Fundamental Signals From Fundamental Laws. ... Poet:	Two Travellers perishing in Snow Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That Heaven if Heaven — must contain What Either left behind And then the cheer... Poet:
Two — were immortal twice — Two — were immortal twice — The privilege of few — Eternity — obtained — in Time — Reversed Divinity — That our ignoble Eyes The quality conceive Of Paradise superlative — Through their... Poet:	Ulysses (Tennyson) It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I... Poet:	Uncertain lease — develops lustre Uncertain lease — develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum — The shorter Fate — is oftener the chiefest Because Inheritors upon a tenure Prize — Poet:	Uncle Bill My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, Has gone to jail for stealing wood! With tears and sobs my voice I raise To celebrate my uncle's praise; ... Poet:
Under the Light, yet under, Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle's Cellar Under the Clover's Root, Further than Arm could stretch Were it Giant long, Further than Sunshine could ... Poet:	Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill This is the place where they all were bred; Some of the rafters are standing still; Now they are scattered and lost and dead, Every one from the old nest fled, Out of the shadow of Kiley's Hill. Better it is... Poet: