The Sick God by Thomas Hardy

I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged … More

The Visionary – Emily Brontë Poem

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading … More

I Si ta fraîcheur parfois nous étonne tant, heureuse rose, c’est qu’en toi-même, en dedans, pétale contre pétale, tu te … More

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. … More

Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is … More

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves … More

You are a tulip seen today, But (dearest) of so short a stay That where you grew scarce man can say. You … More

I love at eventide to walk alone Down narrow lanes oerhung with dewy thorn Where from the long grass underneath … More

My heart is burning with love All can see this flame My heart is pulsing with passion like waves on … More

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love. Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets. … More