PoetryTo His Forsaken Mistress I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love… By Sir Robert Ayton
PoetryThe Sea There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely… By Lord Byron
PoetryLove among the Ruins VII In one year they sent a million fighters forth South and North, And they… By Robert Browning
PoetryLittle You Know O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be… By Walt Whitman
PoetryWild Peaches 1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern… By Elinor Wylie
PoetryA Transparent Summer Morning I mind how once we lay, such a transparent summer morning;How you settled your… By Walt Whitman
PoetryThe Good-Morrow I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we… By John Donne
Poetry“There is such power even in smallest things” There is such power even in smallest things To bring the dear past back; a… By Arlo Bates
PoetryThe End of the Play The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter’s bell: A moment… By William Makepeace Thackeray
PoetryInvocation Oh you who appeared to me in this desert of a world, Inhabitant of the… By Alphonse de Lamartine