Poems with rhymes of Rhyme

Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,
With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,

The human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters, home and child and wife,
He knew not. Artist merely in his rhyme,

Pause here, and think; a monitory rhyme
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.

To hand my life to time:
You may forgive what worse is
For tickle of the rhyme.

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

No ancient sybil, famed in rhyme,
Saw deeper in the womb of time;

St. Andre's feet ne'er kept more equal time,
Not ev'n the feet of thy own Psyche's rhyme:

That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime

112 Down to this time,
113 Wad ding a Lallan tongue, or Erse,
114 In prose or rhyme.

Unknowing war, unknowing crime,
Gentle Saadi, mind thy rhyme.

Are you---poor, sick, old ere your time---
Nearer one whit your own sublime
Than we who never have turned a rhyme?

Made with no loss of time,
A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster
Or the "sculpture" of rhyme.

The natural crowd is a mob to him, their prayer a vulgar rhyme;
The freeman's speech is sedition, and the patriot's deed a crime.

The ode sublime,
Or with Pen-bryn's bold bard pursues
A rival rhyme.

But, seated in this chair, I can in rhyme
Roll back the tide of Time.

The Knight, Sir Walter, died in course of time,
And his bones lie in his paternal vale.--
But there is matter for a second rhyme,

And Life, that sets all things in rhyme,
may make you poet, too, in time-

Oh, this is the week when no rhymster may rhyme
On the joy of the bush or the ills of the time,

So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time