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A Shropshire Lad
A. E. Housman1919ContentsIntroduction1887Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowThe RecruitReveilleOh see how thick the goldcup flowersWhen the lad for longing sighs,When smoke stood up from…Krampus: The Christmas Devil
Top of Page In the realm of holiday folklore, few figures are as intriguing and fearsome as Krampus, the Christmas devil. With his long horns, cloven hooves, and menacing appearance, Krampus is a…Judith: 8
Judith Chapter 8 1 Now at that time Judith heard thereof, which was the daughter of Merari, the son of Ox, the son of Joseph, the son of Ozel, the son of Elcia, the son of Ananias,…A. E. Housman: The Immortal Part
The Immortal PartWhen I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me say, "Another night, another day.""When shall this slough of sense be cast, This…Matthew Stanley QUAY, Congress, PA (1833-1904)
Senate Years of Service: 1887-1899; 1901-1904 Party: Republican; Republican QUAY Matthew Stanley , a Senator from Pennsylvania; born in Dillsburg, York County, Pa., on September 30, 1833;…John Donne: A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his…William Shakespeare: Pericles, Act I
Act IPrologueBefore the palace of AntiochEnter GowerGowerTo sing a song that old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming man's infirmities, To glad your ear, and please your eyes…Walt Whitman: Passage to India, Part 5
Part 5O vast Rondure, swimming in space, Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty, Alternate light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness, Unspeakable high processions of sun and…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Seashore
SeashoreI heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come? Am I not always here, thy summer home? Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve? My breath thy…Coleridge: Youth and Age
Dejection: an OdeWork without HopeYouth and Age Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope…Trending
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