Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
The willow leaves fallen, the spring gone dry, rocks here and there. (Yosa Buson)
Blown from the west, fallen leaves gather in the east. (Yosa Buson)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since then ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories