Poetry

At Algeciras — A Meditaton upon Death By  William Butler Yeats The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flo…

When You are Old By William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And sl…

Old-Fashioned By  Emily Dickinson Arcturus is his other name, —  I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! I p…

A Song of Kabir By  Rudyard Kipling Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! He has gone …

Nature’s Law By Robert Burns A Poem Humbly Inscribed to G.H., Esq. Let other heroes boast their scars,     The marks of sturt and strife; …

Superiority to Fate By  Emily Dickinson Superiority to fate     Is difficult to learn. 'T is not conferred by any,     But possible to earn A pit…

Her Dream By  William Butler Yeats I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night’s fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on …

Broken Dreams By William Butler Yeats There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe som…

The Tomb of A Young Girl By Rainer Maria Rilke We still remember! The same as of yore All that has happened once again must be. As grows a…

Summer is Come By  Gilbert Parker Summer is come; the corn is in the ear,     The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; Summer is come, though wi…

Ogs By  C. J. Dennis It chanced one day, in the middle of May,     There came to the great King Splosh A policeman, who said, while scratching his he…