To Myself Let nothing make thee sad or fretful, Or too regretful; Be still; What God hath ordered must be right; Then find in it thine own delight, My will. Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow About to-morrow. My heart? One watches all with care most true; Doubt not that he will give thee…
Classic Poems
Hallowe’en by Joel Benton (1896)
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,
In the wan moon’s silver ray
Nightingales by Robert Bridges
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The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant
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Tears Fall In My Heart by Paul Verlaine
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Winter In The Boulevard by D.H. Lawrence
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THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon
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Ode to Pity by Jane Austen
Jane Austen (1775-1817) Ode to Pity by Jane Austen 1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed On disappointed Love. While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush Converses with the Dove. 2 Gently brawling…