The Barefoot Boy by John Greenleaf Whittier Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With…
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The Children’s Hour
The Children’s Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me…
Sonnet 30
Sonnet 30: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought by William Shakespeare When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with…
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like…
[in Just-]
[in Just-] by E.E. Cummings in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer…
Sunflower Sutra
Sunflower Sutra by Allen Ginsberg I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack…
A Wolf Is at the Laundromat
A Wolf Is at the Laundromat by Jack Prelutsky A wolf is at the Laundromat, it’s not a wary stare-wolf, it’s short and fat, it tips its hat, unlike a scary glare-wolf. It combs its hair, it clips its toes,…
The Convergence of the Twain
The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,…
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mockingbird’s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving…
Aubade
Aubade by Philip Larkin I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole…
Arms and the Boy
Arms and the Boy by Wilfred Owen Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman’s flash; And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh. Lend…
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer by John Keats Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft…
Buffalo Bill’s
Buffalo Bill’s by E.E Cummings Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons just like that Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like…
Hamatreya
Hamatreya by Ralph Waldo Emerson Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood. Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, Saying, ‘Tis mine, my…
The Haunted Palace
The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion…
Sympathy
Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass;…
To a Skylark
To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou…
There’s a Certain Slant of Light
There’s a Certain Slant of Light by Emily Dickinson There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal…
Frost at Midnight
Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that…
The Mother
The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled…