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The Veterans By Rudyard Kipling

To-day, across our fathers’ graves, The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with steel. 2 Hail and farewell! We greet you here, With tears that none will scorn– O Keepers of the House … Continue reading →

Seal Lullaby By Rudyard Kipling

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, O’er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between. Where billow meets … Continue reading →

On Fields Oer Which the Reapers Hand has Passed By Henry David Thoreau

On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I glean my life … Continue reading →

Whats The Railway To Me? By Henry David Thoreau

What’s the railroad to me? I never go to see Where it ends. It fills a few hollows, And makes banks for the swallows, It sets the sand a-blowing, And the blackberries a-growing. Tagged: Henry David Thoreau, poem, poetry, Whats … Continue reading →

November By Thomas Hood

No sun – no moon! No morn – no noon – No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member – No shade, no shine, … Continue reading →

The Death Bed By Thomas Hood

We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. 2 But when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her … Continue reading →

Mother o’ Mine by Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ … Continue reading →

The Grandmother by Lord Alfred Tennyson

I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy’s wife has written: she never was over-wise, Never the wife for Willy: he would … Continue reading →

Mother’s Day 2016

Don’t Forget Mother’s Day On Sunday, March 6 Poetry Mother is a name held sacred By most mortals of the earth; It means great love and sacrifice From the very day of birth, A love that’s so full of beauty, … Continue reading →

Imitation By Alexander Pushkin

I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were opened in my tomb, And there, and there my hope was a-flitting I’ll die, and traces of my past In … Continue reading →