Man was Made to Mourn (Poem by Robert Burns)
Man was Made to Mourn By Robert Burns A Dirge When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev’ning as I wan…
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Election Day (Poem by Walter Whitman)
Election Day (November, 1884) By Walter Whitman If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ’Twould not be you, Niag…
From Shadow (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott)
From Shadow By Duncan Campbell Scott Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood of sunligh…
Peace (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Peace By Frank Oliver Call Now Peace at last is hovering o'er the world On silver wings, and golden trumpets blow. Home from the long cr…
An Enigma (Poem by Edgar Allan Poe)
An Enigma By Edgar Allan Poe "Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flims…
To a Mouse (Poem by Robert Burns)
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…
At Home (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
At Home By Emily Dickinson The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. Th…