A SEA DIRGE ?There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three – That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floor – Ugly I?m sure you?ll allow it to be:…
Classic Poets
TO THE LAKE by Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) TO THE LAKE In Spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less – So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the…
The Hippopotamus by T. S. Eliot
The Hippopotamus ?????? Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut ?????? mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum ?????? Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros ?????? autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem ?????? Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de ?????? quibus suadeo vos sic habeo. ?????? S. IGNATII AD TRALLIANOS. ?????? And when this epistle is…
Prime by Amy Lowell
Prime ?by Amy Lowell ? Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. ? Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart.
The Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson??( 1803 ? 1882) The Concord Hymn Ralph Waldo Emerson (1837) By the rude bridge that arched the flood, ???? Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled; Here once the embattled farmers stood; ???? And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; ???? Alike the conqueror silent…
Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke
Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands, Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths…
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Disolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of…
Over Hill, Over Dale by William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare?(1564-1616) Over Hill, Over Dale “Over Hill, Over Dale” Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone’s sphere. And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be, In…
X. Emily Dickinson
X. I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth, ? the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night,…
Mending Wall By Robert Frost
Mending Wall By Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not…