Small Hours, The (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay My head on down, to watch the black And wait the unfailing gray. continue reading
Snow-Storm, The (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. continue reading
Soldier, The (by: Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)) If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. continue reading
Song (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed cup, Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun. continue reading
Songs Of Innocence: Holy Thursday (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two in red and blue and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow. continue reading
Songs Of Innocence: Nurse's Song (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still continue reading
Songs Of Innocence: The Blossom (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) Merry Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Sees you swift as arrow Seek your cradle narrow Near my Bosom. continue reading
Spring (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Soft-littered is the new-year's lambing fold, And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o' night now, wakeful-eyed At the ewes' travailing call through the dark cold. continue reading
