Walt Whitman (1819-1892) A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying, […]
The Last Leaf by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894) The Last Leaf by Oliver Wendell Holmes I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o’er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man […]
Hidden Flame by John Dryden
John Dryden (1631-1700) Hidden Flame by John Dryden Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: ‘Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it; […]
The Death-Bed by Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
Get up and Bar the Door
Get up and Bar the Door It fell about the Martinmas time, And a gay time it was then, When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she ?s boil?d them in the pan. The wind sae cauld blew south and north, And blew into the floor; Quoth our goodman to our goodwife, “Gae out […]
There’s a certain slant of light by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
The Rear-Guard by Siegfried Sassoon
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
To Lucasta, Going to the Warres by Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelace (1618-1657)
THANATOPSIS by William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
Nightpiece by James Joyce
James Joyce (1882-1941)
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
Robert Burns (1759-1796)
My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) My Shadow I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump […]
IF by Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt
Mary Howitt? (1799-1888) The Spider And The Fly “Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly; “‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” […]
To Celia by Ben Jonson
Ben Jonson (1573-1637) To Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not […]