Heaven (by: Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)) Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. continue reading
Hills Of Home (by: Malcolm Hemphrey) Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold, And the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o’er the wold; I dream of hills of other days whose sides I loved to roam When Spring was dancing through the lanes of those distant hills of home. continue reading
His Mother (by: Isabella Valancy Crawford (1850-1887)) In the first dawn she lifted from her bed The holy silver of her noble head, And listened, listened, listened for his tread. continue reading
How Are Thy Servants Blest (by: Joseph Adison (1672-1719)) How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. continue reading
Hymn Of Man, The (by: Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)) I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh to the circle of light on high. Yet behold me a captive of matter. continue reading
Hymn To Love (by: Lascelles Abercrombie (1881-1938)) We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken: continue reading
I Am, O Anxious One (by: Rainer Maria Rilke) I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? continue reading
I Am! Yet What I Am None Cares Or Knows (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tossed continue reading
I Lay Me Down And Slumber (by: A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)) I lay me down and slumber And every morn revive. Whose is the night-long breathing That keeps a man alive? continue reading
I Look Into My Glass (by: Thomas Hardy) I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!" continue reading
