Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She
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Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She
THE LOOKING-GLASS by RUDYARD KIPLING The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old, Her petticoat was of
SLEEPY HOLLOW No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral-stoops, No winding torches paint the midnight air; Here the green pines delight,
Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American lyric poet known for her intimate and emotional poetry. Her collections, including
A PORTRAIT by Nathaniel Parker Willis She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty’s test To match a classic
A BROOK IN THE CITY by Robert Frost The farm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city
The Foresaken By William Wordsworth THE peace which others seek they find; The heaviest storms not longest last; Heaven grants
HUSH’D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY by Walt Whitman (May 4, 1865) Hush’d be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us
? To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul
? THE WORLD’S TRIUMPHS by Matthew Arnold So far as I conceive the world’s rebuke To him address’d who would
XI. by Emily Dickinson Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ‘T is
A SEA DIRGE ?There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three
Louis May Alcott (1832 -1888) TO PAPA by Louisa M. Alcott In high Olympus’ sacred shade A gift Minerva wrought
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) TO THE LAKE In Spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide