To Our Fallen (by: Robert Ernest Vernède) Ye sleepers, who will sing you? We can but give our tears— Ye dead men, who shall bring you Fame in the coming years? continue reading
To Sleep (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) O Soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting with careful fingers and benign continue reading
Triumph of Death, The (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell continue reading
Troth With The Death (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky; continue reading
Uphill (by: Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)) Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. continue reading
