The Egg-Shell (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
The Egg-Shell By Rudyard Kipling The wind took off with the sunset — The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell W…
8 Lines Poem
On the Author’s Father (Poem by Robert Burns)
On the Author’s Father By Robert Burns O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev’rence and attend! Here lie the loving …
The Everlasting Voices (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
The Everlasting Voices By William Butler Yeats O Sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wa…
A Fragment: “One Night as I did Wander” (Poem by Robert Burns)
A Fragment: “One Night as I did Wander” By Robert Burns One night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder, Upon …
The Withering of the Boughs (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
The Withering of the Boughs By William Butler Yeats I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: ‘Let peewit call and curlew cry where …
Her Flowing Locks (Poem by Robert Burns)
Her Flowing Locks By Robert Burns Her flowing locks, the raven’s wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing; How sweet unto that breast to cling, And r…
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…
Donald Ross (Poem by James McIntyre)
Donald Ross By James McIntyre By the side of a moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills, In a snug little cot C…
The Famine (Poem by C. J. Dennis)
The Famine By C. J. Dennis Cackle and lay, cackle and lay! How many eggs did you get to-day? None in the manger, and none in the shed, None in the b…
My Jean (Poem by Robert Burns)
My Jean By Robert Burns Though cruel fate should bid us part, Far as the pole and line, Her dear idea round my heart, Should tenderly entwin…
Young Peggy (Poem by Robert Burns)
Young Peggy (1) By Robert Burns Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, Wit…
The Valley of the Black Pig (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
The Valley of the Black Pig By William Butler Yeats The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-…
A Poet to His Beloved (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
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 ha…
The Ladies (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
The Ladies By Rudyard Kipling I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'a…