Poetry

Toomai of the Elephants By  Rudyard Kipling I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain.     I will remember my old strength and all my f…

Autumn By  Emily Dickinson The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town…

The Ideal By  Duncan Campbell Scott Let your soul grow a thing apart,     Untroubled by the restless day, Sublimed by some unconscious art,     Contr…

The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart By William Butler Yeats All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a …

Death and Life By  Emily Dickinson Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond a…

Bequest By  Emily Dickinson You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me bo…

A River Sunset By  Frank Oliver Call Red sunlight fades from wood and town,     The western sky is crimson-dyed, Gaunt shadow-ships drift silent down…

Mine By  Emily Dickinson Mine by the right of the white election! Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison Bars cannot conceal!…

Now Close the Windows By  Robert Lee Frost Now close the windows and hush all the fields;     If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is s…

A Book By  Emily Dickinson He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust…

Fragmentary Blue By  Robert Lee Frost Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or op…

Sleeping By  Emily Dickinson A long, long sleep, a famous sleep     That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, —      An independ…

Cavalry Horses By  Rudyard Kipling By the brand on my withers, the finest of tunes Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons, And it's swee…

Fallen Majesty By William Butler Yeats Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, And even old men’s eyes grew dim, this h…

Down by the Salley Gardens By William Butler Yeats Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with …

The Falling of the Leaves By William Butler Yeats Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; …

Indian Mutiny By  James McIntyre British infants who were nobly born Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn, And with the bayonet dashed up…

Blue-Butterfly Day By  Robert Lee Frost It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry There is more unm…

The Silence of Love By  Duncan Campbell Scott My heart would need the earth,     My voice would need the sea, To only tell the one half     How dear …