1. years

  • The Flood of Years

    A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn,
    Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years,
    Among the nations. How the rushing waves
    Bear all before them! On their foremost edge,
    And there alone, is Life. The Present there
    Tosses and foams, and fills the air with roar
    Of mingled noises. There are they who toil,
    And they who strive, and they who...

    William Cullen Bryant

  • “Three years she grew”

    Three years she grew in sun and shower;
    Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower
      On earth was never sown:
    This child I to myself will take;
    She shall be mine, and I will make
      A lady of my own.

    “Myself will to my darling be
    Both law and impulse; and with me
      The girl, in rock and plain,
    In earth and heaven, in glade and...

    William Wordsworth

  • Song of One Eleven Years in Prison

      WHENE’ER with haggard eyes I view
        This dungeon that I ’m rotting in,
      I think of those companions true
        Who studied with me at the U-
                    niversity of Gottingen,
                    niversity of Gottingen.

      [Weeps and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds:]

      Sweet...

    George Canning

  • I could not prove the Years had feet —

    I could not prove the Years had feet —

    Yet confident they run

    Am I, from symptoms that are past

    And Series that are done —


    I find my feet have further Goals —

    I smile upon the Aims

    That felt so ample — Yesterday —

    Today's — have vaster claims —


    I do not doubt the self...

  • I had been hungry, all the Years —

    I had been hungry, all the Years —

    My Noon had Come — to dine —

    I trembling drew the Table near —

    And touched the Curious Wine —


    'Twas this on Tables I had seen —

    When turning, hungry, Lone

    I looked in Windows, for the Wealth

    I could not hope — to Own —


    I did not know...

  • I Years had been from Home

    I Years had been from Home

    And now before the Door

    I dared not enter, lest a Face

    I never saw before


    Stare solid into mine

    And ask my Business there —

    "My Business but a Life I left

    Was such remaining there?"


    I leaned upon the Awe —

    I lingered with Before...

  • In Ebon Box, when years have flown

    In Ebon Box, when years have flown

    To reverently peer,

    Wiping away the velvet dust

    Summers have sprinkled there!


    To hold a letter to the light —

    Grown Tawny now, with time —

    To con the faded syllables

    That quickened us like Wine!


    Perhaps a Flower's shrivelled check...

  • On that dear Frame the Years had worn

    On that dear Frame the Years had worn

    Yet precious as the House

    In which We first experienced Light

    The Witnessing, to Us —


    Precious! It was conceiveless fair

    As Hands the Grave had grimed

    Should softly place within our own

    Denying that they died.

  • The harm of Years is on him —

    The harm of Years is on him —

    The infamy of Time —

    Depose him like a Fashion

    And give Dominion room.


    Forget his Morning Forces —

    The Glory of Decay

    Is a minuter Pageant

    Than least Vitality.

  • The Months have ends — the Years — a knot —

    The Months have ends — the Years — a knot —

    No Power can untie

    To stretch a little further

    A Skein of Misery —


    The Earth lays back these tired lives

    In her mysterious Drawers —

    Too tenderly, that any doubt

    An ultimate Repose —


    The manner of the Children —

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