In Absentia (Poem by Edwin John Dove Pratt)
In Absentia By Edwin John Dove Pratt Erect and motionless he stood, His face a hieroglyph of stone, Stopped was his pulse, chilled was his blood…
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Inscription on a Goblet (Poem by Robert Burns)
Inscription on a Goblet By Robert Burns There’s death in the cup — sae beware! Nay, more — there is danger in touching; But wha can avoid the fe…
The Sower (Poem by Victor Hugo)
The Sower By Victor Hugo Sitting in a porchway cool, Fades the ruddy sunlight fast, Twilight hastens on to rule — Working hours are wellnig…
The Refugee's Haven (Poem by Victor Hugo)
The Refugee's Haven By Victor Hugo You may doubt I find comfort in England But, there, 'tis a refuge from dangers! Where a Cromwell dict…
On a Noisy Polemic (Poem by Robert Burns)
On a Noisy Polemic By Robert Burns Below thir stanes lie Jamie’s banes: O Death, it’s my opinion, Thou ne’er took such a blethrin’ b — ch In…
Eyes Like the Sea (Poem by Gilbert Parker)
Eyes Like the Sea By Gilbert Parker Eyes like the sea, look up, the beacons brighten, Home comes the sailor, home across the tide! Back drifts t…
Impromptu to Miss Ainslie (Poem by Robert Burns)
Impromptu to Miss Ainslie By Robert Burns Fair maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue: — ’Twas guilty sinners that he meant, …
The Beggar's Quatrain (Poem by Victor Hugo)
The Beggar's Quatrain By Victor Hugo Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind, But one weak child to guide his vision dim. The hand which d…
On Wee Johnny (Poem by Robert Burns)
On Wee Johnny Hic Jacet Wee Johnny By Robert Burns Whoe’er thou art, O reader, know, That death has murder’d Johnny! An’ here his body lies fu’ …
The Agitation Against Immoral Literature (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
On Hearing that the Students of Our New University have Joined t he Agitation Against Immoral Literature By William Butler Yeats Where,…
On a Suicide (Poem by Robert Burns)
On a Suicide By Robert Burns Earth’d up here lies an imp o’ hell, Planted by Satan’s dibble — Poor silly wretch, he’s damn’d himsel’ To save…
On the Recovery of Jessy Lewars (Poem by Robert Burns)
On the Recovery of Jessy Lewars By Robert Burns But rarely seen since Nature’s birth, The natives of the sky; Yet still one seraph’s left on ear…