Ode To melancholy by John Keats

Ode To Melancholy by John Keats No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissedBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth beYour mournful Psyche, nor the downy owlA partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;For shade Read More …

She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon, Lord Byron

She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon, Lord Byron She walks in Beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the Read More …

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even Read More …

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains  My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains  One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,  But being too happy in thine happiness,—    That thou, light-winged Dryad of the Read More …