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POETRY ABOUT TIMES

Begin The Day With Friendliness
Life Begins For Me Today
Evening Song
Now Winter Nights Enlarge
From The House Of Night

Poetry About Times

BEGIN THE DAY WITH FRIENDLINESS
by Frank B. Whitney

Begin the day with friendliness
and only friends you'll fine.
Yes, greet the dawn with happiness.
Keeo haooy thoughts in mind.
Salute the day with peaceful thoughts,
and peace will fill your heart;
Begin the day with joyful soul,
and joy will be your part.

Begin the day with friendliness;
keep friendly all-day long;
Keep in your soul a friendly song.
Have in your mind a word of cheer
for all who come your way,
And they will bless you too, in turn,
and wish you "Happy Day!"

Begin each day with friendly thoughs
and as the day goes onn,
Keep friendly, loving, good and kind,
just as you were at dawn.
The day will be a friendly one,
and then at night you'll find
That you were happy all day long
through friendly thoughts in mind.

LIFE BEGINS FOR ME TODAY
by Frank B. Whitney

Life begins for me today!
New worlds before me lie!
The yesterdays have passed away
No more to cause a sigh,
Before me lies the bright today,
All blessings in its hold;
And I rejoice to find it gay
And sing its joys untold.

Today for me begins ane
A life that holds for me
All that's goo and real and true___
It's blessing now I see.
I look no longer to the past,
Nor wait for future days;
For with today m lot is cast,
Its present joys I praise.

Evening Song
Sidney Lanier

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands,
Ah! longer, longer we.

Now, in the sea's red vintage melts the sun
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.

Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart,
Glimmer, ye waves, 'round else unlighted sands;
Oh night! divorce our sun and sky apart
Never our lips, our hands.

Now Winter Nights Enlarge
Thomas Campion (1567-1620)

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.

From The House of Night
Philip Freneau (1752-1832)
1
Trembling I write my dream, and recollect
A fearful vision at the midnight hour;
So late, Death o'er me spread his sable wings,
Painted with fancies of malignant power!

3
Let others draw from smiling skies their theme,
And tell of climes that boast unfading light,
I draw a darker scene, replete with gloom,
I sing the horrors of the House of Night.

4
Stranger, believe the truth experience tells,
Poetic dreams are of a finer cast
Than those which o'er the sober brain diffused,
Are but a repetition of some action past.

5
Fancy, I own thy power—when sunk in sleep
Thou play'st thy wild delusive part so well
You lift me into immortality,
Depict new heavens, or draw the scenes of hell.

6
By some sad means, when Reason holds no sway,
Lonely I roved at midnight o'er a plain
Where murmuring streams and mingling rivers flow,
Far to their springs, or seek the sea again.

7
Sweet vernal May! though then thy woods in bloom
Flourished, yet nought of this could Fancy see,
No wild pinks blessed the meads, no green the fields.
And naked seemed to stand each lifeless tree. . . .

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