November (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
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…
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Indian Summer (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
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 (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
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 (Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke)
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…
Saturday Afternoon (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
Saturday Afternoon By Emily Dickinson From all the jails the boys and girls Ecstatically leap, — Beloved, only afternoon That prison doesn&…
Winter (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott)
Winter (Song) By Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the dead world, Of the great frost deep and still, Of the sword of fire the wind hurled …
The Aim was Song (Poem by Robert Lee Frost)
The Aim was Song By Robert Lee Frost Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night …
The Ideal (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott)
The Ideal By Duncan Campbell Scott Let your soul grow a thing apart, Untroubled by the restless day, Sublimed by some unconscious art, Contr…
On reading in a Newspaper the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. (Poem by Robert Burns)
On reading in a Newspaper the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. By Robert Burns Sad thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the br…