Unseasonable Snows (by: Alfred Austin (1835 - 1913)) The leaves have not yet gone; then why do ye come, O white flakes falling from a dusky cloud? But yesterday my garden-plot was proud With uncut sheaves of ripe chrysanthemum. continue reading
Very Short Song, A (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. continue reading
Well-Worn Story, A (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) In April, in April, My one love came along, And I ran the slope of my high hill To follow a thread of song. continue reading
What Shall I Do -- It Whimpers So (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) What shall I do -- it whimpers so -- This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start... continue reading
When Lovely Woman Stoops To Foll (by: Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774)) When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? continue reading
When We Two Parted (by: Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)) The dew of the morning Sunk, chill on my brow, It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. continue reading
White In The Moon (by: A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)) White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love... continue reading
Why I Write Not Of Love (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Some act of Love's bound to rehearse, I thought to bind him in my verse; Which when he felt, Away, quoth he, Can poets hope to fetter me? continue reading
Winter's Tale, A (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. continue reading
