Poetry

Toomai of the Elephants By  Rudyard Kipling I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain.     I will remember my old strength and all my f…

To a Mouse On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785 By  Robert Burns Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s…

The Rose and the Grave By  Victor Hugo The Grave said to the rose     "What of the dews of dawn, Love's flower, what end is theirs?"   …

Gathering Leaves By  Robert Lee Frost Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great nois…

L'Envoi By  Rudyard Kipling When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, an…

The Blessed By William Butler Yeats Cumhal called out, bending his head, Till Dathi came and stood, With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mo…

Rimini (Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire) By  Rudyard Kipling When I left home for Lalage's sake By the Legions' road to R…

The Ballad of Father O'Hart By William Butler Yeats Good Father John O’Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And…

The White Birds By William Butler Yeats I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the me…

November By  Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisi…

Indian Summer By  Emily Dickinson These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days whe…

Autumn By  Emily Dickinson The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town…

Lament By Rainer Maria Rilke Oh! All things are long passed away and far. A light is shining but the distant star From which it still come…