The Soldier by Rupert Brooke( 1887-1915) If I should die, think only this of me: That there some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's,breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blessed by the suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts a peace, under an English heaven.
We Need to Feel MoreBy Susan Polis SchutzWe need to feel more to understand others We need to love more to be loved back We need to cry more to cleans...
A RED, RED ROSE By Robert Burns O my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played...
Jonathan BingBy Betrice Curtis BrownPoor old Jonathan BingWent out in his carriage to visit the King,But everyone pointed and said, "Look at that!Jon...
Treesby Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a treeA tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast...
