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Rose Pogonias (Poem by Robert Lee Frost)

Rose Pogonias By Robert Lee Frost A Saturated meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; W…

Her Dream By William Butler Yeats I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night’s fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on …

The Pity of Love By William Butler Yeats A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, …

Flower-gathering By Robert Lee Frost I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you kno…

Our Lady of the Snows (Canadian Preferential Tariff, 1897) By Rudyard Kipling A Nation spoke to a Nation. A Queen sent word to a Throne: "…

Morning Song in the Jungle By Rudyard Kipling One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track,…

Roses and Butterflies By Victor Hugo The grave receives us all: Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet Why do ye linger, say? …

A Poet to His Beloved By William Butler Yeats I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion h…

Song of Love By Victor Hugo If there be a velvet sward By dewdrops pearly drest, Where through all seasons fairies guard Flowe…

The Joyful Widower (1) By Robert Burns I married with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November; She made me weary of my life, By one unrul…

Man was Made to Mourn By Robert Burns A Dirge When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev’ning as I wan…

My Napoleon By Victor Hugo Above all others, everywhere I see His image cold or burning! My brain it thrills, and oftentime sets free …