The Burning Babe by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow,...
Each and All ?By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee...
Storm ?by H.D. You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch? the branch is white,...
? Ode to a Nightingale ?by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains...
WIRERS by Siegfried Sassoon “Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out”? And yawning sentries mumble, “Wirers...
City of Ships ?by Walt Whitman ? City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce...
COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon ? We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a...
? Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could...
Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen (Another version of “A Terre”.) To Siegfried Sassoon ? My...
Stars by Robert Frost HOW countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as...
