John Kenyon

(1784-1856 / Jamaica)

John Kenyon Poems

1. Past And Future 10/12/2010
2. To Mary Anning 10/12/2010
3. The Neglected Wife 10/12/2010
4. Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I 10/12/2010
5. Epitaph For A Roman Catholic Churchyard 10/12/2010
6. Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue 10/12/2010
7. Monument At Lucerne 10/12/2010
8. Lines For A Scrap-Book 10/12/2010
9. Pretence. Part I - Table-Talk 10/12/2010
10. Astronomy 10/12/2010
11. Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue Ii. 10/12/2010
12. The Gods Of Greece 10/12/2010
13. The Streams 10/12/2010
14. To A Female Friend, 10/12/2010
15. To An Æolian Harp 10/12/2010
16. To Echo 10/12/2010
17. To George Hayter, Esq. 10/12/2010
18. To H. M. W. 10/12/2010
19. To Isaac Walton 10/12/2010
20. To Louisa C—, For Her Album 10/12/2010
21. The Surprise 10/12/2010
22. The Travelled Oyster 10/12/2010
23. The Two Harps 10/12/2010
24. They Choose Not Ill Their Lot Who Choose 10/12/2010
25. Time 10/12/2010
26. The Greek Wife 10/12/2010
27. The Joy Of Grief 10/12/2010
28. The Moorland Girl 10/12/2010
29. The Renewal 10/12/2010
30. To My Friend ,Joseph Ritchie, 10/12/2010
31. To S. C. 10/12/2010
32. To The Lamented Memory Of F. H. C. 10/12/2010
33. Translation 10/12/2010
34. Truth 10/12/2010
35. Upper Austria 10/12/2010
36. Winds Of Doctrine 10/12/2010
37. Written At Schwytz 10/12/2010
38. Written In A Country Churchyard 10/12/2010
39. Written In Richmond 10/12/2010
40. Zoë A Portrait 10/12/2010
Best Poem of John Kenyon

Past And Future

Our Past—how strangely swift! Its years—mere months!
Months—clipped to weeks! and longest day—an hour!
But oh! how slow the Future; slow to all
Of every age and being. Yon school-urchin,
Fresh from his Christmas-home, as now he bends him
With saddened brow o'er the black greasy slate;
Or strains himself, at stroke of early clock,
His all-unwelcome bedtime, to confront
Cold touch of wiry sheet, ah! not like home's;
How vainly would he pierce the dim half year

To his next holidays; and asks himself,
'And will they—will they—can they ever come?'
Youth too, ...

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Aspasia

TO ------.

Bright Aspasia! say—how is it?
Tell us with what spell is rife
Smile of thine, whose briefest visit
Wakes each dullest clod to life?
Zephyr shall we type thee, thawing
Vernal flower from Arctic block?
Or some Attic sun-beam, drawing

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