Poems with rhymes of lime

Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread
Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of Time.

10 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
11 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
12 And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--

Ce triste repentir, qui me ronge et me lime,
Ne vient (car j'en suis net) pour sentir quelque crime,

Have it jest as you've a mind to, but I've proved it time on ' time,
If you want to change her nature you have got to give her lime!"

Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When thorn-hedges turn to green,
When new leaves of elm and lime

OH, what shall be the burden of our rhyme,
And what shall be our ditty when the blossom’s on the lime?

The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle-bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,

In the sad November time,
When the leaf has left the lime,

To lovely groves of mango, quince and lime -
Breathe no good-bye, but ho, for the Red West!
It's a queer time.

Out of the slime,
A little rust,
And a little lime.

Ay, there's the playground! there's the lime,
Beneath whose shade in summer's prime

He burnt the harvests many a time,
He made fair houses heaps of lime;

So that thy tears, like water spilt on lime,
Serve not to quench, but to advance the crime.

Where is the pride of Summer,—the green prime,—
The many, many leaves all twinkling?—Three
On the moss'd elm; three on the naked lime

It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime

Beneath the spreading roots of a broad lime
Nibbling his fill he stops from time to time

Among the twice-born. Every leaf on the lime,
Every brick was alive, caring nothing for me,
And reared up to take leave for the last time.

S. “Which men are wise beyond their time,
And worship nonsense, no one more.”
R. “Hard by, among old quince and lime,

Turn on the light of lime -
I'm dressed for jolly Old Christmas, in
A favourite pantomime!"

With honey-coloured flower of lime,
Sweet now as in that other time