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The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower — Dylan Thomas	The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the...	297 views Rate it
Pagett, M.P. — Rudyard Kipling	The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that...	297 views Rate it
Contemplations — Anne Bradstreet	1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, 4 ...	297 views Rate it
Dirge Without Music — Edna St. Vincent Millay	I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the...	296 views Rate it
A Day Dream. — Emily Bronte	On a sunny brae alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May, With her young lover, June. From her mother's heart seemed loath to...	296 views Rate it
Ode to Music — Joseph Warton	Queen of every moving measure, Sweetest source of purest pleasure, Music; why thy powers employ Only for the sons of joy? Only for the smiling guests ...	294 views Rate it
Z---------'s Dream — Anne Brontë	I dreamt last night; and in that dream My boyhood's heart was mine again; These latter years did nothing seem With all their mingled joy and pain, Their...	294 views Rate it
The Best School of All — Sir Henry Newbolt	It's good to see the school we knew, the land of youth and dream. To greet again the rule we knew, before we took the stream. Though long we've missed the...	289 views Rate it
The Party — Paul Laurence Dunbar	DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night; Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight; All de folks f'om fou' plantations was...	287 views Rate it
Sick — Shel Silverstein	"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my...	286 views Rate it
Café Comedy — Robert William Service	She...	286 views Rate it
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin — Robert Browning	I....	286 views Rate it
To a Sky-Lark — William Wordsworth	Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about...	285 views Rate it
The Echoing Green — William Blake	The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder...	284 views Rate it
The 'Eathen — Rudyard Kipling	The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own; 'E keeps 'is side-arms awful: 'e leaves 'em all...	284 views Rate it
The Prisoner. A Fragment — Emily Jane Brontë	In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; 'Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!' He dare not say me...	284 views Rate it
The 57 Chevy. — A J C	The 57 Chevy. The moon rises and your eyelids get heavy, but you look great in the back seat of my 57 Chevy. I know the load you bear is heavy. But I...	282 views Rate it
A Man Young And Old — William Butler Yeats	I First...	281 views Rate it
The Sentimental Bloke — Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	An'-wilt-yeh-take-this-woman-fer-to-be Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike me! Will I wot? Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if 'e...	280 views Rate it
The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home — Robert Herrick	To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of...	279 views Rate it
Among the Rocks — Robert Browning	Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet ...	279 views Rate it
Song of Nature — Ralph Waldo Emerson	Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable...	279 views Rate it
Mabel Martin — John Greenleaf Whittier	A HARVEST IDYL. PROEM. I CALL the old time back: I bring my lay in tender memory of the summer day When, where our native river lapsed...	279 views Rate it
Laughter — Robert William Service	I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn aim. I laugh at pomp and vanity, at riches,...	278 views Rate it
The Broken Men — Rudyard Kipling	For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient tales' renewing, From clouds...	277 views Rate it