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

Annabel Lee

IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And...

By Edgar Allan Poe
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15 October

So We Live

Who turned us thus around, so we,
no matter what, have the pose
of one who is departing? As he who on
the last hill...

By Rilke
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13 October

Death Rebuked

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death,...

By John Donne
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12 October

The Barefoot Boy

BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the...

By John Greenleaf Whittier
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11 October

Columbus

Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee, And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm. Ever and ever to westward! there must the coast be...

By Friedrich von Schiller
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07 October

1620–1920

Face to the Indian arrows. Daughter of Truth and mother of Courage, Yet even as we in our pride rejoice, Land of our fathers, when the tempest rages, And when...

By LeBaron Russell Briggs
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06 October

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's...

By Joyce Kilmer
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04 October