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William Shakespeare: If my dear love were but the child of state
If my dear love were but the child of stateIf my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd, As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate, Weeds among…Amy Lowell: Fringed Gentians
Fringed GentiansNear where I live there is a lake As blue as blue can be, winds make It dance as they go blowing by. I think it curtseys to the sky.It's just a lake of lovely flowers And my…Amy Lowell: Petals
PetalsLife is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start.Freighted with hope,…Amy Lowell: The Little Garden
The Little GardenA little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The sun's pale glow Is scarcely able to melt patches wide About…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Lovely Polly Stewart
by Robert Burns You're Welcome, Willie StewartFragment,-Damon And SylviaLovely Polly Stewart Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a…A Boy's Will: To the Thawing Wind
by Robert Frost Wind and Window FlowerA Prayer in SpringTo the Thawing Wind He calls on change through the violence of the elements. COME with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Adonais
by Percy Bysshe Shelley PrefaceCancelled Passages of AdonaisAdonais I weep for Adonais—he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Life
LifeA train of gay and clouded days Dappled with joy and grief and praise, Beauty to fire us, saints to save, Escort us to a little grave. No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, For God…Little Red-Cap [Little Red Riding Hood]
Little Red-Cap [Little Red Riding Hood] Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Apology
The ApologyThink me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook…Trending
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