Thinkers, Writers and English Lovers Corner

  Alone BY EDGAR ALLAN POE From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—    

Sonnet 18 By William Shakespeare  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:      So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,      So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The Wind Robert Louis Stevenson

Life Flight

The Champion by Carman

DESIDERATA By Max Ehrmann, 1927

Defeat  by  KAHLIL GIBRAN

Invictus BY: WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me,

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

  The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

   Song to Celia

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me by David Romano

When I’m Gone By Mosiah Lyman Hancock

  Miss Me, But Let Me Go By: Christina Georgina Rossetti

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