The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

The Message

YE little birds that sit and sing Amidst the shady valleys, And see how Phyllis sweetly walks Within her garden-alleys; Go pretty birds, about her bower; Sing pretty birds, she may...

By Thomas Heywood
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27 October

Dawn

FLY hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep! Tho’ the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts chained up in busy snares Of continual woes...

By John Ford
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26 October

To A Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to...

By Walt Whitman
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25 October

The Everlasting Voices

O SWEET everlasting Voices be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have...

By W. B. Yeats
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24 October

The Raven

ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there...

By Edgar Allan Poe
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22 October

Requiescat

STREW on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too. Her mirth the world required: She bathed it in smiles...

By Matthew Arnold
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21 October

Mimnermus in Church

YOU promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still: Your chilly...

By William Cory
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20 October

The Toys

MY little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him, and dismiss'd With hard...

By Coventry Patmore
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19 October

The Past

THOU unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn, Old empires sit...

By William Cullen Bryant
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18 October

June

I GAZED upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, ’Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When...

By William Cullen Bryant
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17 October

In the Highlands

IN the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence chills and blesses, And for ever...

By Robert Louis Stevenson
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16 October