Love is a great beautifier. Discuss Louisa May Alcott
Poem of the day – The Eagle (A Fragment ) by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls. – The Eagle (A Fragment ) by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Poem of the day – Old Codger by Robert Service
Of garden truck he made his fare, As his bright eyes bore witness;Health was his habit and his care, His hobby human fitness.He sang the praise of open sky, The gladth of Nature’s giving;And when at last he came to die It was of too long living. He held aloof from hate and strife, Drank … Continued
Christopher Marlowe
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs. Discuss Christopher Marlowe
Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.” Discuss Stephen Crane
Jonathan Swift
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another. Discuss Jonathan Swift
Poem of the day – Old Engine Driver by Robert Service
For five and twenty years I’ve run A famous train;But now my spell of speed is done, No more I’ll strainMy sight along the treadless tracks, The gleamy rails:My hand upon the throttle slacks, My vision fails. No more I’ll urge my steed of steel Through hostile nights;No more the mastery I’ll feel Of monster … Continued
Poem of the day – Periods by Robert Service
My destiny it is tonight To sit with pensive browBeside my study fire and write This verse I’m making now.This Period, this tiny dot My pencil has defined,By centuries of human thought Was predestined. And my last period of all With patience now I see;The final point so very small, That locks my life for … Continued
Poem of the day – A death-blow is a life-blow to some by Emily Dickinson
A death-blow is a life-blow to someWho, till they died, did not alive become;Who, had they lived, had died, but whenThey died, vitality begun. – A death-blow is a life-blow to some by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – The Flower by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Once in a golden hour ; ; I cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower, ; ; The people said, a weed. To and fro they went ; ; Thro’ my garden bower,And muttering discontent ; ; Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall ; ; It wore a crown … Continued