Alone (by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)) My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone... continue reading
Amabel (by: Thomas Hardy) I marked her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, "Can there indwell My Amabel?" continue reading
An Evening In England (by: Francis Ledwidge (1891-1917)) From its blue vase the rose of evening drops; Upon the streams its petals float away. The hills all blue with distance hide their tops In the dim silence falling on the grey continue reading
Animaldom (by: Lisa G. Leming) God bless the beasts and everything in His furred and feathery animaldom continue reading
Applicant, The (by: Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963)) First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook... continue reading
Arsenal At Springfield, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms... continue reading
Artist's Life (by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)) For it is so full of the dear old time-- So full of the dear friends I knew. continue reading
