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Making Life Worthwhile by George Eliot Every soul that touches yours – Be it the slightest contact– Get there from some good; Some little grace; one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies –To make this life worthwhile…

Revenge by Eliza Acton I would not, in the wildness of revenge, Give poison to mine enemy, nor strike My dagger to his heart, but I would plant Love--burning--hopeless--and unquenchable-- Within the inmost foldings of his breast, And bid him die the dark, and ling'ring death, Of the pale victims, who expire beneath The pow'r of that deep passion. E…

When latest autumn spreads her evening veil, And the gray mists from these dim waves arise, I love to listen to the hollow sighs Through the half leafless wood that breathes the gale. For at such hours the shadowy phantom pale, Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes; Strange sounds are heard, and mournful melodies As of night-wanderers who their…

LETTER VI (excerpt) from Letters written during a short residence in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark by Mary Wollstonecraft Nature is the nurse of sentiment, the true source of taste; yet what misery, as well as rapture, is produced by a quick perception of the beautiful and sublime when it is exercised in observing animated nature, when every beauteou…

Good morning, Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home w…

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.This may sound easy. It isn’t.A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single hu…

Winter Stars BY SARA TEASDALE I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings— I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house, Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, …

To the Moon BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY I Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? II Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...…

The Ballad of Reading GaolBY OSCAR WILDEIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed.He walked amongst the Trial MenIn a suit of shabby gray;A cricket cap was on his head,And his step seemed light and gay;B…

People at NightBy Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) The Nights were not made for crowds, and they severYou from your neighbour, and you shall neverSeek him, defiantly, at night.But if you make your dark house light,To look on strangers in your room,You must reflect—on whom. False lights that on men’s faces playDistort them gruesomely.You look upon a d…

Endymion BY JOHN KEATS (1795–1821) A Poetic Romance (excerpt) BOOK A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to …

Song of Myself, 4by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, The real or fancied indifference of some man…

Ashes of LifeBY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY (1892–1950)Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;This or that or what you…

The Walrus and the CarpenterBY LEWIS CARROLL (1832–1898)"The sun was shining on the sea,Shining with all his might:He did his very best to makeThe billows smooth and bright —And this was odd, because it wasThe middle of the night.The moon was shining sulkily,Because she thought the sunHad got no business to be thereAfter the day was done —"It's ver…

The New ColossusBY EMMA LAZARUS (1849–1887)Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe a…

GriefBY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING (1806–1861) I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;That only men incredulous of despair,Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight airBeat upward to God’s throne in loud accessOf shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,In souls as countries, lieth silent-bareUnder the blanching, vertical eye-glareOf the absol…

The Second ComingBy William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of p…

A Thousand Martyrs by Aphra Behn (1640–1689)A thousand martyrs I have made,All sacrificed to my desire;A thousand beauties have betrayed,That languish in resistless fire.The untamed heart to hand I brought,And fixed the wild and wandering thought.I never vowed nor sighed in vainBut both, though false, were well received.The fair are pleased to give…

On Death by John Keats 1795-1821Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?The transient pleasures as a vision seem,And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.How strange it is that man on earth should roam,And lead a life of woe, but not forsakeHis rugged path; nor dare he view aloneHis future doom which…

*This poem was read at 2 am in my new kitchen after moving house. Please enjoy with the characterful refrigerator sound in the background.* ARMISTICEBy Sophie Jewett (1861-1909)The water sings along our keel,The wind falls to a whispering breath;I look into your eyes and feelNo fear of life or death;So near is love, so far awayThe losing strife of …

Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802, by William WordsworthEarth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a garment, wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the…

Wealth by Langston Hughes (1902-1967)From Christ to GhandiAppears this truth-St. Francis of AssisiProves it, too:Goodness becomes grandeurSurpassing might of kings.Halos of kindnessBrighter shineThan crowns of gold,And brighterThan rich diamondsSparklesThe simple dewOf love.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)I measure every Grief I meet (561)I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long – Or did it just begin – I could not tell the Date of Mine – It feels so old a pain – I wonder if it hurts to live – And if They have to try – And…

Rose Schneiderman (1882-1972) was a Jewish immigrant from Poland and a labor union leader of the early women’s movement. Schneiderman fought to improve women’s working conditions and gain universal suffrage. In the early 1900s, many NYC factories operated without fire escapes or locked exit doors to prevent workers from stealing goods. In the Trian…

Muriel Strode (b 1875) was an American poet about whom I have been able to only find bits and pieces about her life. She was born in Illinois, and from what I gather, she was a self-made woman both in business and as a writer. She is the originator of a quote often misattributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson:“I will not follow where the path may lead, but…

Charles Dickens, 1812-1870Charles Dickens was a famous and successful writer in the 19th-century, England. He was a novelist, a reporter, an essayist, a correspondent, and an editor. His work examines the reality of Victorian life as he knew it. He is famous for novels that include “A Christmas Carol,” and “Oliver Twist,” and “Great Expectations, a…

William Shakespeare,1564–1616William Shakespeare is a writer that needs no introduction. He is famous for his plays such as Romeo & Juliet, Hamlet, and Macbeth (and many more). He is also famous for writing in the style of Iambic Pentameter. It was his poetry, his 154 sonnets, that gave me the idea for The Poetry Podcast. In this episode, I will re…

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849Both of Edgar Allan Poe’s parents died when he was just shy of 3 years old and much of his work seems to revolve around mourning and death, a keystone of Gothic literature and a fitting theme for autumn. Although he is most remembered for his short fiction, his first love was poetry; he took much of his influence from Lord…

My Last Farewell ("Mi Ultimo Adiós”) by Jose RizalFarewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun caress'dPearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost!Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life's best,And were it brighter, fresher, or more blestStill would I give it thee, nor count the cost.On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight, Others have giv…

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