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Two Kinds of Intelligence — Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi	There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teacher says, collecting...	384 views Rate it
The Thorn — William Wordsworth	I...	382 views Rate it
Little Kids — Ella Wheeler Wilcox	'Little kids,' you call us As we are at play. You were little children Just the other...	382 views Rate it
The Wise Men — Gilbert Keith Chesterton	Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pray; The way is all so very plain That we may lose the...	381 views Rate it
A Lament — Charles Kingsley	The merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the merry merry bells below were ringing, When my child's laugh...	381 views Rate it
The Voyage — Charles Baudelaire	À Maxime du Camp I For the child, in love with globe, and stamps, the universe equals his vast appetite. Ah! How great the world is in the light of the...	381 views Rate it
Jonas Keene — Edgar Lee Masters	Why did Albert Schirding kill himself Trying to be County Superintendent of Schools, Blest as he was with the means of life And wonderful children,...	380 views Rate it
Heartbreaking — Joanne Boyle	I hope there is a Heaven, With someone waiting there. Where fear doesn't live, And there's only love to share. I hope there's someone's arms, To...	379 views Rate it
My Address Book — B.Mathislange	In the top draw of my desk is where I've kept the addresses of the ones who care. Took my address book, a sheet of paper and pen To write one thing...	378 views Rate it
My Library — Robert William Service	Like prim Professor of a College I primed my shelves with books of knowledge; And now I stand before them dumb, Just like a child that sucks its thumb,...	378 views Rate it
When I Was Still A Youthful Wight — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	WHEN I was still a youthful wight, So full of enjoyment and merry, The painters used to assert, in...	378 views Rate it
A Baby Running Barefoot — David Herbert Lawrence	When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, They poise and run like ripples lapping...	378 views Rate it
In Bondage — Claude McKay	I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to...	377 views Rate it
Poem 90 — Edmund Spenser	IN youth before I waxed old. The blynd boy Venus baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter byue to grope for honny. But when he saw me stung and...	376 views Rate it
James L. Flood — Ambrose Bierce	As oft it happens in the youth of day That mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray, Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme, Smites and dispels them...	375 views Rate it
The Thracian — William Cowper	Thracian parents, at his birth, Mourn their babe with many a tear, But, with undissembled mirth, Place him breathless on his...	374 views Rate it
The Man from Iron Bark — Andrew Barton Paterson	It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here he loitered there,...	374 views Rate it
To a Lady and Her Children — Phillis Wheatley	O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song: From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung. What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest? What sighs on...	373 views Rate it
What Then? — William Butler Yeats	HIS chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; 'What then?'...	371 views Rate it
Hymn 99 — Isaac Watts	Stones made children of Abraham. Matt....	368 views Rate it
Lord Lundy — Hilaire Belloc	Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political...	368 views Rate it
Recalling War — Robert Graves	Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood The one-armed man his...	367 views Rate it
To Forget Her Was Impossible — Nikhil Parekh	The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial...	366 views Rate it
Child Ballad — Charles Kingsley	Jesus, He loves one and all, Jesus, He loves children small, Their souls are waiting round His feet On high, before His...	366 views Rate it
His Final Call — Sherrie Ann Benedict	World, our kids are starving Many with no place to sleep Millions with no families, left orphaned Cold, hopeless; Alone on the...	365 views Rate it