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Famous poems by:
~William Shakespeare~
Moonlight
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sound of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There is not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims. |
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Famous poems by:
~Edward R. Sill~
Opportunity
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel-That blue blade that the king's son bears -but this Blunt thing!"-he snapped and flung it from his hand. And lowenng crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, woulded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day.
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Famous poems by:
~William Wordsworth~
The Daffodils
I wandered as a lonely cloud
That floats on a high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Besides the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkleon the milky way,
They stretched in the never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Te waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be gay,
In such a jocound company:
I glazed-and glazed-but little thought
Waht wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dancewith the daffodils.
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