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Faces — Walt Whitman	SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road--lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The...	1,416 views Rate it
The Betrothed — Rudyard Kipling	"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA...	1,401 views Rate it
My Mind to me a Kingdom is — Sir Edward Dyer	My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd. Though...	1,399 views Rate it
Leisure — William Henry Davies	What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or...	1,378 views Rate it
Death Be Not Proud — John Donne	Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die...	1,368 views Rate it
God's Garden — Robert Frost	God made a beatous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought...	1,366 views Rate it
If I should die — Emily Dickinson	If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam— And noon should burn— As it has usual done— If Birds should build...	1,361 views Rate it
I Saw Him on the Road Less Taken — Karl Constantine FOLKES	I saw him on the road less taken. The gentleman named Robert Frost. While I was frail and quite forsaken. He, most certainly, was not lost. While he...	1,354 views Rate it
Take Heed — Shelby Minick	Alone I stand upon a cliff. Eyes wand’ring o’er the ocean’s drift; I ponder long on legends great, E’er ancient kingdoms met their fate. For long...	1,346 views Rate it
My Native Land — Sir Walter Scott	Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As...	1,344 views Rate it
The Desire — Nadjina Camille	Humans occasionally claim to love themselves We say it to mask our sadness of not being wanted. The Sensation of being desired The Desire to be...	1,334 views Rate it
The Blessed Damozel — Dante Gabriel Rossetti	The blessed damozel lean'd out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters still'd at even; She...	1,330 views Rate it
Untitled — William Wordsworth	My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me...	1,329 views Rate it
The Day Of Doom — Michael Wigglesworth	Still was the night, Serene & Bright, when all Men sleeping lay; Calm was the season, & carnal reason thought so 'twould last for ay. Soul, take thine...	1,326 views Rate it
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy — Rainer Maria Rilke	Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the...	1,323 views Rate it
Solomonic Influence in Shakespeare’s Work — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Life is a tall tale. Full of sound, raging fury. It is vanity. Acts of vanity. Vanity of vanities. All is vanity. Two philosophers. Both...	1,315 views Rate it
Ruth — William Wordsworth	When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over...	1,315 views Rate it
The Panther — Rainer Maria Rilke	His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind...	1,311 views Rate it
Each life converges to some centre — Emily Dickinson	Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A...	1,310 views Rate it
A Carcass — Charles Baudelaire	Remember, my love, the object we saw That beautiful morning in June: By a bend in the path a carcass reclined On a bed sown with pebbles and stones; ...	1,308 views Rate it
The Alienist and the Patient — Karl Constantine FOLKES	The Complementary Function of Dreams: A Preface “The general function of dreams is to try to restore our psychological balance by producing dream...	1,306 views Rate it
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) — William Shakespeare	Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all...	1,305 views Rate it
No Longer yours to keep — Janet H Stafford	The sun lies hidden behind a cloud. As I hide my bruises from the crowd. I lay each night too afraid to sleep. While you tell me I am yours to keep. ...	1,302 views Rate it
We Are the Music-Makers — Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy	We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and...	1,295 views Rate it
Common Cold — Ogden Nash	Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy...	1,290 views Rate it