Quotes about chime, page 10
The Harvest
Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket's singing,
Oft to mark with curious eye
If the vine-tree's time be nigh:
Here is now the fruit whose birth
Cost a throe to Mother Earth.
Sweet it is, too, to be telling,
How the luscious figs are swelling;
Then to riot without measure
In the rich, nectareous treasure,
While our grateful voices chime,--
Happy season! blessed time.
poem by Aristophanes
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A Lovers Moon
The moonlight silhouettes
two lovers in the park
as they walk arm in arm
within their wonderland.
A warm scented breeze
filled with honeysuckle
ruffles their hair.
They stop and kiss
among a firework display
of dancing fireflies
as Cupid watches
from a tree top perch
awaiting with his arrows ready
for the midnight chime
and the crickets sing their chorus
under a lovers moon.
24 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Will-o'-the-wisp
Hey! my naughty wind chime bird,
you are trying to snatch my song book
(first episode of our love) .
and fly away.
My dear there are lot of mistakes in that
and not finished yet.
Why don't we correct and sing together?
but you are on the wing it seems.
I am not an expert like you in the vast sky.
So, I have to think twice before I step in.
I used to the old cage
and I am frighten of this unlimited void.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Find Rest My Soul In Lyric’s Chime
Find rest my soul in lyric’s chime,
Refreshed anew by making rhyme.
It’s course my thoughts direct the paths
That make my mind to sing.
When all the world in chaos sways
A refuge here I find.
I feel my mind has wings.
With pen and poem I find new ways,
To speak to all mankind.
My poems, my thoughts, I find may last;
My world renewed by taking time,
With rest refreshed by making rhyme.
10/17/05
poem by Gary Bryson
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Our School
From rain and sun shielding
There is a grand building
It is our school
Situated beside a pool
It is always full
With we little fool
And teachers are very careful
With pomp and slendour
Our school is a wonder
We enjoy and make fun
From class to ground we run
Weather is cool
And we go to school
From our home
To play game
Sing hymn bell's chime
And learn rhyme
Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Unrecorded by Time
Every minute without you, is a minute unrecorded by time
Every time a memory plays, it plays a lovers chime
Every day you bless my path, you set the memory tune
Every night I watch your face shine bright against the moon
A minute is a space in time, set aside to do
Time is but a fraction of eternity, set aside for you
Eternity is everlasting, love from high above
Blessed and set-aside for you my love
poem by Dayle Gaylin
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Gnomon
The shadow of the gnomon
slides at a steady rate.
Even if the dial is ancient,
the time itself is up to date.
Though the train sleeps in the station,
the sun just will not wait.
And the ever moving sun
and the clocks that tick and chime
are the chains we use to bind our minds
and imprison them in Time.
Time has no bird, no scythe,
no power over man or Fate.
Having wanted to be early,
we decide that we are late.
poem by Brian Taylor
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The Watchman
'Watchman, what of the night?'
'The stars are out in the sky;
And the merry round moon will be rising soon,
For us to go sailing by.'
'Watchman, what of the night?'
'The tide flows in from the sea;
There's water to float a little cockboat
Will carry such fishers as we.'
'Watchman, what of the night?'
'The night is a fruitful time;
When to many a pair are born children fair,
To be christened at morning chime.'
1849
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The barren music of a word or phrase,
THE barren music of a word or phrase,
The futile arts of syllable and stress,
He sought. The poetry of common days
He did not guess.
The simplest, sweetest rhythms life affords-
Unselfish love, true effort truly done,
The tender themes that underlie all words-
He knew not one.
The human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters, home and child and wife,
He knew not. Artist merely in his rhyme,
Not in his life.
poem by Christopher Morley
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Separate Bedrooms
You are the vulnerable horizon
Cliffs stretch across the sky
My dearest your tears are a sea
Caves of vertigo tenderness
Until death they will not part
How the clocks chime
How life goes by
How we hurt one another
The wind howls freedom
We can never return
She sleeps alone
You know who you are
I know who you are
We shrivel without love
She goes through the motions
Dreams are hard to live without
I would hold you forever
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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