The Book-Worms (Poem by Robert Burns)
The Book-Worms By Robert Burns Through and through the inspir’d leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But oh! respect his lordship’s taste, …
1 Stanza Poem
Rangoon (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
Rangoon By Rudyard Kipling Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade? Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone, And watch my silk-clad l…
The Nineteenth Century and After (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
The Nineteenth Century and After By William Butler Yeats Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pe…
STATISTICS (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
STATISTICS By William Butler Yeats ‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said, ‘God’s fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born…
Hong-Kong (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
Hong-Kong By Rudyard Kipling Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps Under innumerable keels to-day. Yet guard (and landward) or to-morrow s…
Brisbane (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
Brisbane By Rudyard Kipling The northern stirp beneath the southern skies — I build a nation for an Empire's need, Suffer a little, and my …
A Grace (Poem by Robert Burns)
A Grace By Robert Burns Lord, we thank and thee adore, For temp’ral gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more, Let William Hyslo…
Youth and Age (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
Youth and Age By William Butler Yeats Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting…
To A Poet (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine By William Butler Yeats You say, as I have often given …
Inscription for a Crucifix (Poem by Victor Hugo)
Inscription for a Crucifix [1] By Victor Hugo Ye weepers, the Mourner o'er mourners behold! Ye wounded, come hither — the Healer enfold! Ye gloo…
Sydney (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
Sydney By Rudyard Kipling Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good; Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness; The first flush of the…
On a Celebrated Ruling Elder (Poem by Robert Burns)
On a Celebrated Ruling Elder By Robert Burns Here souter Hood in death does sleep; — To h — ll, if he’s gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear t…
The Toad-Eater (Poem by Robert Burns)
The Toad-Eater By Robert Burns What of earls with whom you have supt, And of dukes that you dined with yestreen? Lord! a louse, Sir, is still bu…
Lines Written on a Window of the Globe Tavern, Dumfries (Poem by Robert Burns)
Lines Written on a Window of the Globe Tavern, Dumfries By Robert Burns The greybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, Give me with gay …