DRINKING ALONE BY MOONLIGHTBy Li BaiIA cup of wine, under the flowering trees;I drink alone, for no friend is n...

FANCYBy John KeatsEVER let the Fancy roam,Pleasure never is at home:At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,Like to bub...

FIRE AND ICEBy Robert FrostSOME say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desire...

A DRINKING SONGBy William Butler YeatsWINE comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That’s all we sha...

EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUEBy William Herbert CarruthAFIRE-MIST and a planet, —A crystal and a cell, —A jelly-fish ...

THE FIRE SOULBy George Charles SeldenI sat by my fire in the night, in the night,The darkness grew deeper aroun...

DUSTBy Dorothy AndersonWHAT is dust?Ashes of love, charred letters, faded heliotrope,Rose petals fallen from a dead...

THE EAGLEBy Alfred TennysonHe clasps the crag with hooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the...

THE FIRST SNOW-FALLBy James Russell LowellTHE SNOW had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been hea...

THE FLOWER BOATBy Robert FrostTHE FISHERMAN’S swapping a yarn for a yarnUnder the hand of the village barber,And...