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Weariness by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow of Maine
Weariness, a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Continue reading
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Longfellow
On hearing of a serious injury to his son, the abolitionist, Longfellow wrote this poem. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1863. Their old, familiar carols play,and wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad … Continue reading
She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron’s poem She Walks in Beauty. Continue reading
Song of Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Song of Nature Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 – 1882 Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In … Continue reading
Lament by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Lament Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 – 1950 Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I’ll make you little jackets; I’ll make you little trousers From his old pants. There’ll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies … Continue reading
The Still Small Voice
The Still Small Voice John Rollin Ridge, 1827 – 1867 There is a voice more dear to me Than man or woman’s e’er could be— A “still small voice” that cheers The woes of these my darker years. I hear it in the busy crowd, Distinct, amid confusion loud; And in the solemn midnight still, When mem’ries sad … Continue reading
A Dream Within A Dream
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allen Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a … Continue reading
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being … Continue reading
The Great Flood and Rebirth: Ovid’s Story of Deucalion and Pyrrha
“There Achaea is a land encircled by lofty mountains, rich in sheep and in pasture, where Prometheus, son of Iapetus, begat goodly Deucalion, who first founded cities and reared temples to the immortal gods, and first ruled over men. This land the neighbours who dwell around call Haemonia.” From the Argonautica (320 BC). Zeus in his fury … Continue reading
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