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William Shakespeare: The forward violet thus did I chide
The forward violet thus did I chideThe forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility
by Robert Burns The Song Of DeathThe ToadeaterPoem On Sensibility Sensibility, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou…The Planets - Earth
Earth is not perfectly round; it bulges at the equator and is flatter at the poles. From space the planet looks blue with white swirls, created by water and clouds.Size: Four planets in our…September 2006 Disasters
Sept. 13, Damascus, Syria: an attack by four gunman on the American embassy was foiled as three of the men were killed and one captured.Sept. 22, Ky.: heavy rains triggered floods in fifteen…January 2000 Disasters
Jan. 4, Rena, Norway: 2 trains collided head-on after one of the drivers failed to stop for a red signal. Nineteen people killed and 35 injured in the crash.Jan. 18, off Rio de Janeiro:…Christina Rossetti: Sound Sleep
Sound SleepSome are laughing, some are weeping; She is sleeping, only sleeping. Round her rest wild flowers are creeping; There the wind is heaping, heaping Sweetest sweets of Summer's…Poems: The Garden of Love
by WilliamBlakeThe LilyThe Little VagabondThe Garden of Love I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Song-My Peggy's Charms
by Robert Burns Braving Angry Winter's StormsThe Young Highland RoverSong-My Peggy's Charms Tune-"Tha a' chailleach ir mo dheigh." My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XCIV
Sonnet XCIII Sonnet XCV XCIV They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XCVIII
Sonnet XCVII Sonnet XCIX XCVIII From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn…Trending
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