THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made…
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MAMZELLE AURLIE possessed a good strong figure, ruddy cheeks, hair that was changing from brown…
The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one’s gloves.
In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel, and he lived in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work; and besides, he was a Howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and tamarisks and milkweed and prickles, most ‘scruciating idle; and when anybody spoke to him he said ‘Humph!’ Just ‘Humph!’ and no more.
ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy,…
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.
Dear Merrys:– As a subject appropriate to the season, I want to tell you about…
by Robert Bridges I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage…
by Sara Teasdale I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long…
by Alexander Pushkin I loved you, and I probably still do,And for a while the…
by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The…
by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel…
by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus…
by Maya Angelou You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may…
A Christmas poem by Pam Ayres It was Christmas Eve on a FridayThe shops was…
by Allan Ahlberg Please Mrs. ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I…
by Edwin Arlington Robinson Much as he left it when he went from usHere was…
by T. S. Eliot Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–For he’s the…
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Part I It is an ancient marinerAnd he stoppeth one of…