Poetry

Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar By  Thomas Stearns Eliot     Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire — nil nisi divinum stabile     est; caetera fum…

Written in a Wrapper, Enclosing a Letter to Captain Grose By  Robert Burns Ken ye ought o’ Captain Grose?                     Igo and ago, If he’s am…

Heriot's Ford By  Rudyard Kipling 'What's that that hirples at my side?' The foe that you must fight, my lord. 'That rides as fas…

A Summer Storm By  Duncan Campbell Scott Last night a storm fell on the world     From heights of drouth and heat, The surly clouds for weeks were fu…

The First Chantey By  Rudyard Kipling Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her; Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose…

Indian Romance By  James McIntyre We know a hill is smooth and round, Where Indian relics may be found, This hill it hath a history, Though enveloped…

Love and a Question By  Robert Lee Frost A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his han…

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service By  Thomas Stearns Eliot     Look, look, master, here comes two religious     caterpillars.                   …

To Mr. William Tytler, with the Present of the Bard’s Picture By  Robert Burns Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,     Of Stuart, a name once respe…

Mourning By  Victor Hugo Charles, Charles, my son! hast thou, then, quitted me?     Must all fade, naught endure? Hast vanished in that radiance, cle…

My Heart is A-Breaking, Dear Tittie! By  Robert Burns (1) My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie!     Some counsel unto me come len’, To anger them a’ i…

The Choice (The American Spirit Speaks) By  Rudyard Kipling To the Judge of Right and Wrong     With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power b…