Verse Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest – Joshua 1:9 Meaning of Joshua 1:9 The meaning…
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Decomposition
Decomposition By Zulfikar Ghose I have a picture I took in Bombay of a beggar asleep on the pavement: grey-haired, wearing shorts and a dirty shirt, his shadow thrown aside like a blanket. His arms and legs could be cracks…
This Is My Letter To The World
This Is My Letter To The World By Emily Dickinson This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me— The simple News that Nature told— With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see—…
Prologue
Prologue By Anne Bradstreet To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, For my mean Pen are too superior things; Or how they all, or each their dates have run, Let Poets and Historians…
Three Little Birds in a Row
Three Little Birds in a Row By Stephen Crane “Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge each other. They said, “He thinks he can sing.” They threw…
September Song
September Song By Geoffrey Hill Undesirable you may have been, untouchable you were not. Not forgotten or passed over at the proper time. As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented…
The Old Maid
The Old Maid By Sara Teasdale I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me. Her hair was dull and drew no…
The Power of the Dog
The Power of the Dog By Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more?…
A Late Walk
A Late Walk By Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of…
Brahma
Brahma By Ralph Waldo Emerson If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is…
Marking Time
Marking Time By Owen Sheers That mark upon your back is finally fading in the way our memory will, of that night our lust wouldn’t wait for bed so laid us out upon the floor instead where we worked up…
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle Nursery Rhyme Yankee Doodle went to town, Riding on a pony. He stuck a feather in his cap. And called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle, Fa, So, La. Yankee Doodle Dandy. Yankee Doodle, Fa, So, La. Buttermilk and Brandy.…
Ride A Cock Horse to Banbury Cross
Ride A Cock Horse to Banbury Cross Nursery Rhyme by Mother Goose Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music…
Monday’s Child
Monday’s Child Nursery Rhyme Monday’s child is fair of face Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a…
No Coward Soul is Mine
No Coward Soul is Mine By Emily Bronte No Coward Soul is Mine No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere I see Heaven’s glories shine And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear O God within my breast Almighty ever-present…
The Heart of a Woman
The Heart of a Woman By Georgia Douglas Johnson The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam In the wake…
Fame is a Bee
Fame is a Bee By Emily Dickinson Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing. Summary of Fame is a Bee Popularity of “Fame is a Bee”: Published in 1999…
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
The Soul Selects Her Own Society By Emily Dickinson The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —…
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean By Emily Dickinson The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a Rut Debates if it will go — A Narrow…
Loving You Less Than Life, a Little Less
Loving You Less Than Life, a Little Less By Edna St. Vincent Millay Loving you less than life, a little less Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess I cannot swear I love you…