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Poems by Emily Dickinson: At Home
by EmilyDickinsonVIIPossessionAt Home At Home The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. The wind pursued the…William Blake: Songs of Innocence, Introduction
by WilliamBlakeThe ShepherdIntroduction Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about…John Keats: On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
On Seeing the Elgin MarblesOn the SeaOn Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this…John Keats: On Visiting the Tomb of Burns
On the SeaSpenser! a jealous honourer of thine,On Visiting the Tomb of Burns The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though…John Keats: To Ailsa Rock
To -To HomerTo Ailsa Rock Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, Give answer by thy voice—the sea-fowls’ screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When from the sun was thy…John Keats: O thou whose face hath felt the WinterâÂÂs wind,
If by dull rhymes our English ...Ode to MayO thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And…Rick HILL, Congress, MT (1946)
HILL Rick , a Representative from Montana; born in Grand Rapids, Minn., December 30, 1946; graduated from Aitkin High School, Aitkin, Minn., 1964; B.A., Saint Cloud State University, 1968; J.D.,…William Shakespeare: How can I then return in happy plight
How can I then return in happy plightHow can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by…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…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Waterfall
The WaterfallA patch of meadow upland Reached by a mile of road, Soothed by the voice of waters, With birds and flowers bestowed. Hither I come for strength Which well it can supply,…Trending
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