Song of the Women, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; continue reading
To E (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) I have remembered beauty in the night, Against black silences I waked to see continue reading
To Mary (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast; Ah would that this might be the last! My Mary! continue reading
To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride; continue reading
Too Late (by: Calvin Hart) The wind blows cold across the graves, Of those who died in sin. Those who died without Salvation, Never to live again. continue reading
Twenty Years Hence (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, If not quite dim, yet rather so; continue reading
Willow (by: Anna Akhmatova) And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. continue reading
