THE WHITE BIRDS WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue st...

Why the Roses Are So Pale Heinrich Heine Dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale? And why the Azure violet Should wither in the vale? And why the lark should i...

He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers by William Butler Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my ...

If thou must love me, let it be for maught Except for love‘s sake only. Do not say, ‘I love for her smile-her look -her way Of speaking gently,-for a trick of thought That falls ...

The Arrow and the Song   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew the sight, Could not foll...

Snow-bound        By John Greenleaf Whittier   A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness ...

  The Selling of a Soul   A poet struggling with the world‘s condition, Prostitution of talents and the bondage With which the bulk of men have been deceived, I am ...

Spring and All   By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy f...

I love my job, I love the pay! I love it more and more each day. I love my boss, he is the best! I love his boss and all the rest. I love my office and its location; I hate to...

  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 the bars, no world....