Song: “Come away, come away, death”
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of…
Category Poem
A Lover’s Complaint
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,…
“To be, or not to be: that is the question” [Hamlet]
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To…
All The World Is A Stage
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, mewling and…
The quality of mercy is not strained
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: ‘T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes…
Sonnet 29:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,…
Sonnet 18:
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 too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky
The Brain is wider than the Sky For put them side by side The one the other will contain With ease and You beside The Brain is deeper than the sea For hold them Blue to Blue The one…
A Route Of Evanescence
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel– A Resonance of Emerald– A Rush of Cochineal– And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled Head– The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning’s Ride–
My Life Had Stood
My life had stood–a Loaded Gun– In Corners–till a Day The Owner passed–identified– And carried Me away– And now We roam in Sovereign Woods– And now We hunt the Doe– And every time I speak for Him– The Mountains…