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Famous Tyme Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Tyme poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous tyme poems. These examples illustrate what a famous tyme poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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These strings can do what no man could--
The tyme they fast in prison hold....Read more of this...
by Strode, William



...theyr eccho ring. 

But let stil Silence trew night-watches keepe, 
That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne, 
And tymely Sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe, 355 
May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne; 
The whiles an hundred little wing¨¨d loves, 
Like divers-fethered doves, 
Shall fly and flutter round about your bed, 
And in the secret darke, that none reproves, 360 
Their prety stealthes shal worke, and snares shal spread 
To filch away sweet snatches...Read more of this...
by Spenser, Edmund
...nne.
Ande quen this Bretayn watz bigged bi this burn rych,
Bolde bredden therinne, baret that lofden,
In mony turned tyme tene that wroyghten.
Mo ferlyes on this folde han fallen here oft
Then in any other that I wot, syn that ilk tyme.
Bot of alle that here bult, of Bretaygne kynges,
Ay watz Arthur the hendest, as I haf herde telle.

Forthi an aunter in erde I attle to schawe,
That a selly in siyght summe men hit holden,
And an outtrage awenture of Arthurez wonder...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...nce and of myght: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Gladdith anon, thou lusty Troynovaunt, 
 Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy; 
In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant, 
 Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure and of joy, 
 A richer restith under no Christen roy; 
For manly power, with craftis naturall, 
 Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie, 
 Most myghty carbuncle of ver...Read more of this...
by Dunbar, William
...BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,
That sacred peace may in assurance rayne,
And tymely sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,
May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne,
The whiles an hundred little winged loues,
Like diuers fethered doues,
Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,
And in the secret darke, that none reproues,
Their prety stealthes shal worke, & snares shal spread
To filch away sweet snatches of delight,
Conceald thr...Read more of this...
by Spenser, Edmund



...f nought affrayd.
All flesh is frayle, and all her strength vnstayd,
like a vaine bubble blowen vp with ayre:
deuouring tyme & changeful chance haue prayd,
her glories pride that none may it repayre.
Ne none so rich or wise, so strong or fayre,
but fayleth trusting on his owne assurance:
and he that standeth on the hyghest stayre
fals lowest: for on earth nought hath endurance.
Why then doe ye proud fayre, misdeeme so farre,
that to your selfe ye most assured arre....Read more of this...
by Spenser, Edmund
...ubstaunce and myght:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Gladdith anon, thou lusty Troy Novaunt,
Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy,
In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant,
Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure, and of joy,
A richer restith under no Christen roy;
For manly power, with craftis naturall,
Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie,
Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and val...Read more of this...
by Dunbar, William
...t of doute,
They hadde a relik hight Palladion,
That was hir trist a-boven everichon.

And so bifel, whan comen was the tyme 
Of Aperil, whan clothed is the mede
With newe grene, of lusty Ver the pryme,
And swote smellen floures whyte and rede,
In sondry wyses shewed, as I rede,
The folk of Troye hir observaunces olde, 
Palladiones feste for to holde.

And to the temple, in al hir beste wyse,
In general, ther wente many a wight,
To herknen of Palladion servyse;
And namely, so...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ever have I Ioye!' 

Tho gan she wondren more than biforn
A thousand fold, and doun hir eyen caste;
For never, sith the tyme that she was born,
To knowe thing desired she so faste;
And with a syk she seyde him at the laste, 
'Now, uncle myn, I nil yow nought displese,
Nor axen more, that may do yow disese.'

So after this, with many wordes glade,
And freendly tales, and with mery chere,
Of this and that they pleyde, and gunnen wade 
In many an unkouth glad and deep matere,
As...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e and salte see
Is felt thy might, if that I wel descerne;
As man, brid, best, fish, herbe and grene tree 
Thee fele in tymes with vapour eterne.
God loveth, and to love wol nought werne;
And in this world no lyves creature,
With-outen love, is worth, or may endure.

Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a thousan...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...harm, that day the folk of Troye 
Dredden to lese a greet part of hir Ioye.

Of Pryamus was yeve, at Greek requeste,
A tyme of trewe, and tho they gonnen trete,
Hir prisoneres to chaungen, moste and leste,
And for the surplus yeven sommes grete. 
This thing anoon was couth in every strete,
Bothe in thassege, in toune, and every-where,
And with the firste it cam to Calkas ere.

Whan Calkas knew this tretis sholde holde,
In consistorie, among the Grekes, sone 
He gan in thring...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...n on ydel,
If that I may, for somwhat shal I seye, 
For at the worste it may yet shorte our weye.
I have herd seyd, eek tymes twyes twelve,
"He is a fool that wol for-yete him-selve."'

But natheles this thoughte he wel ynough,
'That certaynly I am aboute nought, 
If that I speke of love, or make it tough;
For douteles, if she have in hir thought
Him that I gesse, he may not been y-brought
So sone awey; but I shal finde a mene,
That she not wite as yet shal what I mene.' 

Th...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...:
Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecye brute. 

I have a bytte - a ryghte good bytte -
As shall bee seene yn tyme.
Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;
Yts use ys more sublyme.
Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?
Yt ys - thys bytte of rhyme....Read more of this...
by Carroll, Lewis

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