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The White Cliffs — Alice Duer Miller	I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply Out of the sea...	334 views Rate it
Travel — Robert Louis Stevenson	I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;-- Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goats,...	333 views Rate it
Piini Wali Iz Jumeikan Pikni Fren (Fireflies are Friends of Jamaican Children) — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Ku pan demdeh piini wali a flai. A flai ina di kai soh ai. Ina di nait wid fidem lait. A shain, a shain soh brait. Mi lov fi kech piini wali ina...	332 views Rate it
Ode On A Grecian Urn — John Keats	Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A...	332 views Rate it
My Doe-Doe Sweetheart — Karl Constantine FOLKES	To my Dao De Pu, God brought you into my life, My “Doe-Doe”...	330 views Rate it
Spinning — Robert curran	Pinwheels are color going round Spinning wheels make clothes without a sound Dj’s spin records when they play them on the air But when my head spins I...	330 views Rate it
The Old Cumberland Beggar — William Wordsworth	I saw an aged Beggar in my walk; And he was seated, by the highway side, On a low structure of rude masonry Built at the foot of a huge hill, that they...	328 views Rate it
Good-Bye — Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Fools! must we ever quarrel with our fate, Too late Reading the worth of what we did despise, And wise At the journey's end to weep it scarce begun When...	328 views Rate it
The Dark, Blue Sea — George Gordon Lord Byron	There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its...	328 views Rate it
Aunt Imogen — Edwin Arlington Robinson	Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children—Jane, Sylvester, and Young George— Were eyes and ears; for there was only one Aunt Imogen to them in...	328 views Rate it
A letter to myself — Maheen Shahab	It is to you that I write, On this dark, starry night, Heart and soul heavy with memories, Terrified to delve into pristine territories. I remember...	327 views Rate it
The Great Sin Of Prejudice Against Color — Sojourner Truth	Children, who made your skin white? Was it not God? Who made mine black? Was it not the same God? Am I to blame, therefore, because my skin is...	326 views Rate it
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers — Elizabeth Barrett Browning	The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant branches...	326 views Rate it
Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear — Elizabeth Barrett Browning	XXXIII...	326 views Rate it
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto II — Richard Savage	While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows, All-eloquent of truth his language flows. Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form appears; Thro' all his...	325 views Rate it
The Metaphor of Life — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Some long — and some short. Our destiny in the stars. Life is but a...	323 views Rate it
The Holidays — Jane Taylor	"Ah! don't you remember, 'tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of money, I'll buy me a sword and a...	323 views Rate it
A Ballad — Charles Lamb	In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold; In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold: There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire, Still close and...	323 views Rate it
Love For A Person — Robert T. Davenport	Love For A Person By Robert T. Davenport When you got love for a person, it's a bond that won't break, It's a flame that burns bright, no...	322 views Rate it
The wet bed. — A J C	The wet bed. I made myself a snowball; it was as perfect as it could be. I was thinking of keeping it as a pet, and I would let it sleep with me. I put...	322 views Rate it
The Flea — John Donne	Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea, our two bloods...	322 views Rate it
With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere — James Whitcomb Riley	_He owns the bird-songs of the hills-- The laughter of the April rills; And his are all the diamonds set In Morning's dewy coronet,-- And his the Dusk's...	322 views Rate it
Matilda Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death — Hilaire Belloc	Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes; Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth, Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,...	322 views Rate it
Suicide in the Trenches — Siegfried Sassoon	I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the...	321 views Rate it
Formerly A Slave — Herman Melville	The sufferance of her race is shown, And retrospect of life, Which now too late deliverance dawns upon; Yet is she not at...	321 views Rate it