Lochinvar by Sir Walter Scott

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He... Continue Reading →

Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale

Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song. Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) Sara Teasdale was an American poet from the turn of the last... Continue Reading →

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