Fate by Ralph Waldo Emerson

That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught strain That sheds beauty on the rose. There is a melody born of melody, Which melts the world into a sea: Toil could never compass it; Art its height could never hit; It came never … Continue reading Fate by Ralph Waldo Emerson


Here Dead We Lie by Alfred Edward Housman

Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were young Date: 1914 Poet: Alfred Edward Housman English 1859 - 1936


The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels, Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels Begin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine; Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting … Continue reading Cinderella


I. Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. II. How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight? Be it not said, thought, understood-- Then it will be--good night. III. To hearts … Continue reading Good-Night