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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Fragment: Supposed to be an Epithalamium of Francis Ravaillac and Charlotte Corday
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Posthumous Fragments of Margar...DespairFragment: Supposed to be an Epithalamium of Francis Ravaillac and Charlotte Corday 'Tis midnight now—athwart the murky air…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Tam Samson's Elegy
by Robert Burns Masonic SongEpistle To Major LoganTam Samson's Elegy An honest man's the noblest work of God-Pope. When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season…Isaiah: 62
Isaiah Chapter 62 1 For Zion's sake will I not hold my peace, and for Jerusalem's sake I will not rest, until the righteousness thereof go forth as brightness, and the salvation…Nehemiah: 4
Nehemiah Chapter 4 1 But it came to pass, that when Sanballat heard that we builded the wall, he was wroth, and took great indignation, and mocked the Jews. 2 And he spake before…Walt Whitman: Others May Praise What They Like
Others May Praise What They LikeOthers may praise what they like; But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the…Sara Teasedale: A Cry
A CryOh, there are eyes that he can see, And hands to make his hands rejoice, But to my lover I must be Only a voice.Oh, there are breasts to bear his head, And lips whereon…Aesop's Fables: The Dogs and the Hides
by Aesop The ImpostorThe Lion, the Fox, and the AssThe Dogs and the Hides Once upon a time a number of Dogs, who were famished with hunger, saw some Hides steeping in a river, but couldn't…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Refuge
by EmilyDickinsonXVXVIIRefuge Refuge The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanac
by Robert Burns On Commissary Goldie's BrainsThanksgiving For A National VictoryLines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanac Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXIII ("The grave my little cottage is")
by EmilyDickinsonXXIIXXIVXXIII The grave my little cottage is, Where, keeping house for thee, I make my parlor orderly, And lay the marble tea, For two divided, briefly, A cycle,…Trending
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