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;…
Classic Poets
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…
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…
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
A BROOK IN THE CITY by Robert Frost
A BROOK IN THE CITY by Robert Frost The farm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook? I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength And impulse, having dipped…
HUSH’D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY by Walt Whitman
HUSH’D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY by Walt Whitman (May 4, 1865) Hush’d be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander’s death. No more for him life’s stormy conflicts, Nor victory, nor defeat?no more time’s dark events, Charging like ceaseless clouds…
To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe
? To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine? A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry…
XI.by Emily Dickinson
XI. by Emily Dickinson Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ‘T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, ? you’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.