Dummy Bridge (Poem by C. J. Dennis)
Dummy Bridge By C. J. Dennis If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten," Sez Peter Begg, "I might 'a' made the l…
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Problems (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
Problems By Emily Dickinson Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up, And say how many dew; Tell me how far the morning…
Madelaine (Poem by Victor Hugo)
Madelaine By Victor Hugo List to me, O Madelaine! Now the snows have left the plain, Which they warmly cloaked. Come into the fores…
To Hope (Poem by John Keats)
To Hope By John Keats When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind&#…
Ranney (Poem by James McIntyre)
Ranney 1856 By James McIntyre Ranney began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on browse, And now he hath got mighty herds Numerous as flock …
Mothers (Poem by Victor Hugo)
Mothers By Victor Hugo See all the children gathered there, Their mother near; so young, so fair, An eider sister she might be, And yet she hears, a…
Poor Mailie's Elegy (Poem by Robert Burns)
Poor Mailie's Elegy By Robert Burns Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi’ saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie’s fate is…
Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux (Poem by Robert Burns)
Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux By Robert Burns Now Robin lies in his last lair, He’ll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair, Cauld poverty, wi’ hu…
The Greek Boy (Poem by Victor Hugo)
The Greek Boy By Victor Hugo All is a ruin where rage knew no bounds: Chio is levelled, and loathed by the hounds, For shivered yest'…
Death (Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Death By Rainer Maria Rilke Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life…
The Lover's Song (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
The Lover's Song By William Butler Yeats Bird sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the same r…
Who Goes With Fergus? (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
Who Goes With Fergus? By William Butler Yeats Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon t…