At Broad Ripple (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) In eloquent tranquility The waters lisp and talk to me. Sometimes, far out, the surface breaks, As some proud bass an instant shakes continue reading
Ballade Of A Great Weariness (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing to carry and naught to add, And glory to Heaven, I paid the score. continue reading
Barter (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendidthings... continue reading
Battle Song (by: Ebenezer Elliot (1781-1849)) Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; What then? 'Tis day! We sleep no more; the cock crows—hark! To arms! away! continue reading
Battlefield, The (by: Sydney Oswald) Around no fire the soldiers sleep to-night, But lie a-wearied on the ice-bound field, With cloaks wrapt round their sleeping forms, to shield Them from the northern winds. Ere comes the light continue reading
Between The Lines (by: Wilfrid Wilson Gibson) When consciousness came back, he found he lay Between the opposing fires, but could not tell On which hand were his friends; and either way For him to turn was chancy—bullet and shell Whistling and shrieking over him, as the glare Of searchlights scoured the darkness to blind day. continue reading
Blind Boy, The (by: C. Cibber) O say what is that thing call'd Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! continue reading
