Sonnet 64, William Shakespeare
As I Walked Out One Evening, W.H. Auden
Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
Let’s Face the Music and Dance, Irving Berlin
Odes, Horace
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell
Loveliest of Trees, A.E. Housman
I’m Late, I’m Late, Lewis Carroll (from Alice in Wonderland)
Multitask This, Madeline Begun Kane
Where Has This Week Vanished? David Polish
9, E. E. Cummings
The Butterfly Counts, Rabindranath Tagore
Look Back on Time With Kindly Eyes, Emily Dickinson
Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper

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Dead Poets Society – Carpe-Diem
Nothing Twice, Wilslawa Szymborska
Siddhartha, Herman Hesse
The World Is Being Run on Time, Francis Brabazon
October Song, Robin Williamson
Restless Farewell, Bob Dylan
The Purpose of Time Is To Keep Everything
from Happening at Once, F. J. Kennedy
Ozymandias, Percy Shelley
El Dorado, Edgar Allan Poe
The Summer Day, Mary Oliver
El Poema de lo Reverso, Victor Hernandez Cruz
If I Could Tell You, W.H. Auden
Be Drunk, Charles Baudelaire
Vacillation, William Butler Yeats
Time Is But the Stream I Go a Fishin’ In, Henry David Thoreau


Sonnet 64
by William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.


As I Walked Out One Evening
by W.H. Auden

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Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

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Let’s Face the Music and Dance
by Irving Berlin

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by Horace

Scale back your long hopes
to a short period. While we
speak, time is envious and
is running away from us.
Seize the day, trusting
little in the future.


To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (excerpts)
by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting . . . .

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.


To His Coy Mistress (excerpts)
by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day . . . .

My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity . . . .

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.


Loveliest of Trees
by A.E. Housman

LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.


I’m Late, I’m Late (from Alice in Wonderland)
by Lewis Carroll

I’m late, I’m late for
A very important date.
No time to say hello, good-bye,
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.
I’m late and when I wave,
I lose the time I save.
My fuzzy ears and whiskers
Took me too much time to shave.
I run and then I hop, hop, hop,
I wish that I could fly.
There’s danger if I dare to
Stop and here’s a reason why:
I’m over-due, I’m in a rabbit stew.
Can’t even say good-bye,
hello, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.


Multitask THIS!
by Madeline Begun Kane

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Where Has This Week Vanished?
by David Polish

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by E. E. Cummings

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The Butterfly Counts
by Rabindranath Tagore

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.

Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.


Look Back on Time With Kindly Eyes
by Emily Dickinson

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes-

He doubtless did his best-

How softly sinks that trembling sun

In Human Nature’s West-


Time After Time
by Cyndi Lauper

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