Edward Lear

(12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888 / London / England)

Imitation Of The Olden Poets - Poem by Edward Lear

Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.

Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
Plenty shall crown thine honest toil:
But if uncultivated, rankest weeds
Shall choke the efforts of the rising seeds.

Time is a leasehold of uncertain date!
Granted to thee by everlasting fate.
Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire.

Comments about Imitation Of The Olden Poets by Edward Lear

  • (1/5/2018 7:32:00 AM)

    I love limericks Carl (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (2/7/2016 3:15:00 PM)

    I really liked this one- it was literature not idle buffoonery. Life is getting shorter and I prefer to spend it with poems that have meat to them instead of idle silliness. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (2/7/2016 12:56:00 PM)

    To many readers of English poetry, the name of Edward Lear is synonymous of Limerick form. Thoughts expressed here about time are worthy of a closer look and a deeper study. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2016 4:22:00 AM)

    Amazing poem with awesome qualities of time incorporated in it. A superb imitation.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2016 4:21:00 AM)

    Amazing poem with awesome qualities of time incorporated in it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/7/2016 12:58:00 AM)

    What a good poem, I enjoyed it.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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