poem

"Caw! caw!" says the Crow," Spring has come again I know; For as sure as I am born, There's a farmer planting corn. I shall breakfast there, I trow, Long before his corn can grow." "Quack, quack!" says the Duck, "Was there ever such good luck! Spring has cleared the pond of ice, And the day is...

A little boy got out of bed 'Twas only six o'clock And out the window poked his head. And spied a crowing cock. The little boy said, "Mr. Bird, Pray tell me who are you?' And all the answer that he heard Was, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" 'What would you think, if you were me, He said, "and I were...

OH, yes, sir and miss, I have been to the town ; It really was pleasant and gay ; But now I must hurry, the sun's going down, And so I will wish you good-day. And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk, And so I will wish you good-day. I know a white rabbit just over the hill, He's eating a...

TWO little maids went out one day, And really it was shocking ! They met poor Tommy on the way, With holes in either stocking. They sat down on a low stone seat, And to and fro kept rocking, While they knitted, swift and neat, Each of them a stocking. And sweet they sang a little...

THE moon is shining o'er the field, A little breeze is blowing, The radish leaves are crisp and green, The lettuces are growing. The owl is in the ivy-bush, With both his eyes a-winking ; The rabbit shakes his little tail, And sits him down a-thinking-- "Oh ! where are all the...

Radiant with his spirit light, Was the happy little child, Sporting round a fountain bright, Playing through the flowerets wild. Where they grew he lightly stepped, Cautious not a leaf to crush ; Then about the fount he leaped, Shouting at its merry gush. While the sparkling waters welled...

Come here, my dear Loui, and laugh at thy fear ; The bee has not hurt thee ; so brush off the tear, And silence the sob, while I tell thee a tale About the white cottage that stood in the vale. Around that low dwelling sweet eglantine grew, Bright golden-rod, cowslip, and violets blue ; The...

In yon old village burying-place, With briers and weeds o'ergrown, I saw a child with beauteous face Sit musing all alone. Without a shoe without a hat, Beside a new-raised mound ; The little Willie pensive sat, As if to guard the ground. I asked him why he lingered thus, Within that gray...

He reigns on high, a glorious King, In ocean, earth, and air; He moves and governs every thing, For God is every where. The waters at his bidding flow ; The mountain and its flower Their majesty and beauty show, As traces of his power. The lilies by the meadow rills Are leaning on his hand ...

She opened the cage, and away there flew A bright little bird, as a short adieu It hastily whistled, and passed the door ; And felt that its sorrowful hours were o'er. An anthem of freedom it seemed to sing ; To utter its joy for an outspread wing That now it could sport in the boundless air...

Mary, precious is thy name More than any other Borne by mortal ; for it came From our Savior's mother ! Mary pillowed on her ****** Jesus, once, in infant rest : Now her name, in sacred lines Traced by inspiration, shines. Then, another Mary sought Her beloved Master, Where he "sat at meat ; "...

The dewy flower that morn unfolds, With pure and grateful eye, Its native earth around beholds, Above, the shining sky. Its pearly crown -- a tribute meet - To dust beneath it gives ; And from its heart the odors sweet, To Him by whom it lives. Its spicy breath ascends on air, Like...

The Youngest Son's Farewell by Adolph Tidemand by Charles Kingsley. Kingsley's short poem instructs us on putting our good intentions into action. My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every...

War and Peace Man invents war. Man discovers peace. He invents war from without. He discovers peace from within. War man throws. Peace man sows. The smile of war is the flood of human blood. The smile of peace is the love, below, above. Peace is the whole truth that wishes to enrapture...

The Peace Of Wild Things When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do...

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow...

In Salutation To The Eternal Peace Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life’s ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of relentless fate. But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born, When from the climbing terraces of corn I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn. What...

Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead And with fresh days let all begin anew. Why longer amid shrivelled leaf-drifts tread, When buds are swelling, flower-sheaths peeping through? Seen through the vista of the vanished years, How trivial seem the struggle and the crown, How vain past...

Come a little closer Honey, come a little closer, let me whisper in your ear. Let me tell it to you softly, So that no one else will hear. What I have to say is private, and is just between us two; just want you, to know how much, I love the things you do Source...

You fill the room with sweet sensation distracting bits of information crowd the space where logic dwells distorting sights and sounds and smells touching me with tactile pleasure pushing me beyond a measure of reasonable doubt that soon I sense I'm nowhere in the present tense. Source...