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Monthly Archives: May 2009
poem of the day
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Human Tree
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)
Many have Earth
poem of the day
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Cupid Stung
by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
Cupid once upon a bed
Of roses laid his weary head;
Luckless urchin, not to see
Within the leaves a slumbering bee.
The bee awak
poem of the day
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Coquette et Froide
by Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910)
What is thy thought of me?
What is thy feeling?
Lov
poem of the day
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Into Battle
by Julian Grenfell (1888-1915)
The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun
poem of the day
Monday, May 25, 2009
Rhodora
On being asked, whence is the flower
by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals fallen in the pool
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come [...]
poem of the day
Sunday, May 24, 2009
To Mary
by William Cowper (1731-1800)
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah, would that this might be the last!
My Mary!
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow
poem of the day
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I Remember, I Remember
by Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the [...]