The Cat that Walked by Himself (Poem by Rudyard Kipling) The Cat that Walked by Himself By Rudyard Kipling Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and …
Mid-August (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott) Mid-August By Duncan Campbell Scott From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat, Memories f…
In Maytime (Poem by Gilbert Parker) In Maytime By Gilbert Parker The apple blossoms glisten Within the crowned trees; The meadow grasses listen The din of busy bees; The wayward, woodl…
Impromptu on Mrs. Riddel’s Birthday (Poem by Robert Burns) Impromptu On Mrs. Riddel’s Birthday By Robert Burns Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferr’d, — What have I done o…
Her Vision in the Wood (Poem by William Butler Yeats) Her Vision in the Wood By William Butler Yeats Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man’s lov…
The Lover Pleads With His Friend (Poem by William Butler Yeats) The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends By William Butler Yeats Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And …
The Joyful Widower (Poem by Robert Burns) 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…
Hymn Before Action (Poem by Rudyard Kipling) Hymn Before Action By Rudyard Kipling The earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against o…
The Humming-Bird (Poem by Emily Dickinson) The Humming-Bird By Emily Dickinson A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on…
Battle of the Norsemen and the Gaels (Poem by Victor Hugo) Battle of the Norsemen and the Gaels By Victor Hugo Ho! hither flock, ye fowls of prey! Ye wolves of war, make no delay! For foemen 'n…
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (Poem by William Butler Yeats) He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven By William Butler Yeats Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light…