Songs Of Innocence: Holy Thursday (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two in red and blue and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow. continue reading
Sunbeam (by: Anna Akhmatova) I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. continue reading
Tear And A Smile, A (by: Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)) I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. continue reading
Temper, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul doth feel sometimes My soul might ever feel! continue reading
Those Who Became Complete (by: Yunus Emre) Those who became complete didn't live this life in hypocrisy, didn't learn the meaning of things by reading commentaries. continue reading
