ProseAnd I Worshiped Them in Silence In the evening before going to sleep they liked singing in musical and harmonious chorus.… By Fyodor Dostoevsky
ProsePeople Are Alone in the World Insensibility. oh, nature! people are alone in the world. that’s what is so dreadful. “Is… By Fyodor Dostoevsky
PoetryFuneral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a… By W. H. Auden
PoetryMeeting Gray-robed wanderer in steep … Wanderer … You also move among Those silent halls Dim… By Arthur Davison Ficke
ProseTo Be or Not To Be! To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the… By William Shakespeare
ProseA Faery Loved a Little Child A faery loved a little child who used to cut turf at the side of… By W. B. Yeats
PoetryTo Celia I—CONSUMMATION There was a strangeness on your lips, Lips that had been so sure; You… By Witter Bynner
ProseA Supernatural Revelation Faust: … But now, that deep contentment in my breast, Alas, wells up no more,… By Goethe
PoetryA Psalm of Life What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryAh, Be Not False Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor! Be true, be good; Be wise as thou art… By Richard Watson Gilder