When I am dead, my dearest, by Christina Rossetti
> When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the »
Caliban Upon Setebos, by Robert Browning
> "Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) > ['Will sprawl, now that the heat »
Crusoe in England, by Elizabeth Bishop
> A new volcano has erupted, the papers say, and last week I was reading where some ship saw an island being born: at first a »
Not So Far as the Forest, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
> That chill is in the air Which the wise know well, and even have learned to bear. This joy, I know, Will soon be under »
Out, Out - , by Robert Frost
> The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across »