The Dream By John Donne Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok’st…
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Christmas Bells
Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come,…
Casey at the Bat
Casey at the Bat By Ernest Lawrence Thayer The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows…
Sonnet XXXVIII
Sonnet XXXVIII By William Shakespeare How can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O! give thy self the thanks,…
On the Ning Nang Nong
On the Ning Nang Nong By Spike Milligan On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! and the monkeys all say BOO! There’s a Nong Nang Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots jibber jabber…
The Manhunt
The Manhunt By Simon Armitage After the first phase, after passionate nights and intimate days, only then would he let me trace the frozen river which ran through his face, only then would he let me explore the blown hinge…
Counter Attack
Counter Attack By Siegfried Sassoon We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaven and thirsty, blind with smoke. Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, With bombers…
Pippa’s Song
Pippa’s Song By Robert Browning The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his Heaven — All’s right with the…
The Cry of The Children
The Cry of The Children By Elizabeth Barrett Browning “Pheu pheu, ti prosderkesthe m ommasin, tekna;” [[Alas, alas, why do you gaze at me with your eyes, my children.]]—Medea. Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the…
Shooting Stars
Shooting Stars By Carol Ann Duffy After I no longer speak they break our fingers to salvage my wedding ring. Rebecca Rachel Ruth Aaron Emmanuel David, stars on all our brows beneath the gaze of men with guns. Mourn for…
London Bridge Is Falling Down
London Bridge Is Falling Down Nursery Rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge Is Falling Down, My fair Lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up…
Goosey Goosey Gander
Goosey Goosey Gander Nursery Rhyme Goosey goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady’s chamber. There I met an old man Who wouldn’t say his prayers, So I took him by his left leg And…
Equality
Equality By Maya Angelou You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out…
Mock Orange
Mock Orange By Louise Gluck It is not the moon, I tell you. It is these flowers lighting the yard. I hate them. I hate them as I hate sex, the man’s mouth sealing my mouth, the man’s paralyzing body—…
On The Grasshopper and Cricket
On The Grasshopper and Cricket By John Keats The Poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the…
Ode To Psyche
Ode To Psyche B John Keats O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I…
High Flight
High Flight By John Gillespie Magee Jr. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things You have…
Spare
Spare By Joanna Klink in Texas, the thick nights. Sidewalks as the dusk darkens, the highway’s streaking lights. Some people are always in a hurry, beautifully— some stop to tilt their heads at a cloud or strange sound. You know…
The Laughing Heart
The Laughing Heart By Charles Bukowski Your life is your life Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. There is a light somewhere. It may not be much light but It…
Sonnet 125
Sonnet 125 By William Shakespeare Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining; Have I not seen dwellers on form…