Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…

You, like me, probably had to study Emily Dickinson’s poetry as part of your English literature course in high school. You probably read her poem…

Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn’d, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame.Love, soft…

Strophe I Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;Groves, where immortal Sages taught;Where heav’nly visions of Plato fir’d,And Epicurus lay inspir’d!In vain your guiltless laurels…

Celia, we know, is sixty-five,Yet Celia’s face is seventeen;Thus winter in her breast must live,While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia’s fate,…

    Again? new tumults in my breast?    Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest!    I am not now, alas! the man    As in the gentle reign of…

    I’ve often wish’d that I had clear,    For life, six hundred pounds a-year,    A handsome house to lodge a friend,    A river at my garden’s end,    A terrace-walk, and…

    IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR SWIFT.     ‘Tis true, my lord, I gave my word,    I would be with you, June the third;    Changed it to August,…

Beneath the shade a spreading Beech displays,Hylas and Aegon sung their rural lays,This mourn’d a faithless, that an absent Love,And Delia’s name and Doris’ fill’d…

When wise Ulysses, from his native coastLong kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d,Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone,To all his friends, and…