The Little Old Table by Thomas Hardy

Creak, little wood thing, creak, When I touch you with elbow or knee; That is the way you speak Of … More

Life is Bitter by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Life is bitter. All the faces of the years, Young and old, are grey with travail and with tears. Must … More

I have eaten the plums That were in the icebox And which you were probably Saving for breakfast Forgive me … More

Pure blood domestic, guaranteed, Soft-mannered, musical in purr, The ribbon had declared the breed, Gentility was in the fur Such … More

One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon Jack Kerouac (1922-1969), a novelist, poet, painter

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And … More

There was a young woman named Kite, Whose speed was much faster than light, She set out one day, In … More

Trees need not walk the earth For beauty or for bread; Beauty will come to them Where they stand. Here … More

‘Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop! The great big greedy nincompoop! How long could we allow this beast To gorge and guzzle, … More

. . . . This I saw on an April day: Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud, A sky-flung … More