When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow– It felt like the warning Of what I feel now....
Philosopher Ayn Rand said that she wanted no eulogies at her funeral, but only asked that her favorite poem, “If” by Rudyard Kipling, be read. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself...
By Badger Clark My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains, And each one sleeps alone. Their trails may dim to the grass and rains, For I choose to make my own. I lay proud claim to their blood and name, But I lean on no dead kin; My name is mine for the praise or scorn,...
by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in...
