PoetryJohn Keats’ Grave Inscription Keats requested that only this phrase be inscribed on his headstone: Here lies OneWhose… By John Keats
PoetryThe Toys My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up… By Coventry Patmore
Poetry“When You and I behind the Veil are past” When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while… By Omar Khayyam
PoetryDirge We do lie beneath the grass In the moonlight, in the shade Of the yew-tree.… By Thomas Lovell Beddoes
PoetryAn Inscription A conqueror as provident as brave, He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His… By Ambrose Bierce
PoetryA Garden by the Sea I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would… By William Morris
PoetryThis Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold… By John Keats
PoetryA Legend of the Dove Soft from the linden’s bough, Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon, Eve’s dove laments her now:… By George Sterling
PoetryDirge of Love Come away, come away, death,And in sad cypres let me be laid;Fly away,… By William Shakespeare
PoetryEurope (The 72d and 73d Years of These States) Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,Like lightning Europe… By Walt Whitman