THE HAUNTED OAK by Paul Laurence Dunbar Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through the shade you throw, Runs a shudder over me? My leaves were green as the best, I trow, And sap ran free in my veins, But I saw…
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Ghost House by Robert Frost
Ghost House by Robert Frost I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field;…
X. by William Shakespeare
X. ?by William Shakespeare ?? Crabbed age and youth ???? Cannot live together ?? Youth is full of pleasance, ???? Age is full of care; ?? Youth like summer morn, ???? Age like winter weather; ?? Youth like summer brave, ???? Age like winter bare; ?? Youth is full of sport, ?? Age’s breath is…
THAT THE NIGHT COME by W. B. Yeats
THAT THE NIGHT COME by W. B. Yeats She lived in storm and strife. Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life, But lived as ?twere a king That packed his marriage day With banneret and pennon, Trumpet and kettledrum, And the…
Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare
Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. ? FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. ? SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. ? THIRD WITCH. Harpier cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.” ? FIRST WITCH. Round about the cauldron…
Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. ? She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of…
THE LOOKING-GLASS BY RUDYARD KIPLING
THE LOOKING-GLASS by RUDYARD KIPLING The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old, Her petticoat was of satin, and her stomacher was gold. Backwards and forwards and sideways did she pass, Making up her mind to face the cruel looking-glass. The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass As comely or…
Sleepy Hollow by William Ellery Channing
SLEEPY HOLLOW No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral-stoops, No winding torches paint the midnight air; Here the green pines delight, the aspen droops Along the modest pathways, and those fair Pale asters of the season spread their plumes Around this field, fit garden for our tombs. And shalt thou pause to hear some funeral bell…
Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door? Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow? And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds…
WORDS FOR AN OLD AIR by Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American lyric poet known for her intimate and emotional poetry. Her collections, including