The Foresaken By William Wordsworth THE peace which others seek they find; The heaviest storms not longest last; Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind An amnesty for what is past; When will my sentence be reversed? I only pray to know the worst; And wish as if my heart would burst. O weary struggle! […]
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 […]
THE WORLD’S TRIUMPHS by Matthew Arnold
? THE WORLD’S TRIUMPHS by Matthew Arnold So far as I conceive the world’s rebuke To him address’d who would recast her new, Not from herself her fame of strength she took, But from their weakness who would work her rue. “Behold,” she cries, “so many rages lull’d, So many fiery spirits quite cool’d down; […]
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.
A Sea Dirge by Lewis Carroll
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: […]
To Papa by Louis M. Alcott
Louis May Alcott (1832 -1888) TO PAPA by Louisa M. Alcott In high Olympus’ sacred shade A gift Minerva wrought For her beloved philosopher Immersed in deepest thought. A shield to guard his aged breast With its enchanted mesh When he his nectar and ambrosia took To strengthen and refresh. Long may he live to […]
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 […]
Amazing Grace by John Newton
An amazing fact about this poem is that Newton was a slave ship captain who became a minister. He claimed god had saved him from a wreched life. The music that is put to the poem is most-likely written by slaves. These facts have a great impact on the meaning of the words of the famous hymn.
Tears Fall In My Heart by Paul Verlaine
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) Tears Fall In My Heart by Paul Verlaine Tears fall in my heart Rain falls on the town; what is this numb hurt that enters my heart? Ah, the soft sound of rain on roofs, on the ground! To a dulled heart they came, ah, the song of the rain! Tears without […]
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 […]
Farewell to the Muse by Sir Walter Scott
? Sir Walter Scott???( 1771 ? 1832) Farewell to the Muse ?by Sir Walter Scott? ? ?? ? ? Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy’d me, At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam, Where the forester, ‘lated, with wonder espied me Explore the wild scenes he was quitting for home. Farewell […]
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,? The shrill, demented choirs of […]
THE SICK ROSE by William Blake
William Blake THE SICK ROSE ? ? O rose, thou art sick! ???? The invisible worm, ?? That flies in the night, ???? In the howling storm, ?? Has found out thy bed ???? Of crimson joy, ?? And his dark secret love ???? Does thy life destroy.
IN THE MILE END ROAD by Amy Levy
IN THE MILE END ROAD ?by Amy Levy How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My only love to meet! Who else that motion and that mien? Whose else that airy tread? For one strange moment I forgot My only love was dead.