To Charles Cowden Clarke (Poem by John Keats) To Charles Cowden Clarke By John Keats Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; He slants hi…
A Game of Chess (Poem by Thomas Stearns Eliot) A Game of Chess By Thomas Stearns Eliot The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wr…
The End of the Day (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott) The End of the Day By Duncan Campbell Scott I hear the bells at eventide Peal slowly one by one, Near and far off they break and glide, …
Good Night (Poem by C. J. Dennis) Good Night By C. J. Dennis And so, Good Night. I'm rather tired. I hardly thought I'd be required To draw a lot of pictures, too, Wh…