The Hunting of the Snark, by Lewis Carroll
Fit the Second THE BELLMAN’S SPEECH The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies— Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! Such solemnity, »
The Oracles, by A.E. Housman
> ’Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mute’ »
Emily Dickinson
> A Murmur in the Trees – to note – Not loud enough – for Wind – A Star – not far enough to seek – Nor near enough – to find – > »
To Marguerite: Continued, by Matthew Arnold
> Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands »
Maud, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
> We are puppets, Man in his pride, and Beauty fair in her flower; Do we move ourselves, or are we moved by an unseen hand »