Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful sym
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O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has fou
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a f
This sonnet (a poem of 14 lines) is by Wilfred Owen—perhaps the most famous of the First World War English poet
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they
GO placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without sur
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the bright sky
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put
Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke h
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself w
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show
I MET A TRAVELLER from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near t
Rune of St Patrick At Tara today in this fateful hour I place all heaven with its power, and the sun with its
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn a