Old Black Joe (by: Thomas Lord Vaux (1509-1556)) Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." continue reading
Pagan World, The (by: Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888)) In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian way. continue reading
Passing Hail, A (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) Lose all troubles -- gain release, Languor, and exceeding peace, Cruising idly o'er the vast, Calm mid-ocean of the Past. continue reading
Patience (by: Calvin Hart) Sometimes we lack patience, When things don't go our way, Then we do things that we should not do, And say things that we should not say. continue reading
Penitent, The (by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)) I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within... continue reading
Poetry In Motion (by: Lisa G. Leming) Feed a cat, paint a rock Plant flowers in a vacant lot Be nice to the homeless guy When everybody else walks by continue reading
Poplar Field, The (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. continue reading
Psalm Of Life, A (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! - For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. continue reading
Quip, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) The merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. continue reading
Red Cross Nurses, The (by: Thomas L. Masson) Out where the line of battle cleaves The horizon of woe And sightless warriors clutch the leaves The Red Cross nurses go. continue reading
