The Highwayman

I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road wa…

Hope is The Thing with Feathers.

Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— …

Warning

Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I sha…

I wandered lonely as a cloud

William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,…

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dyin…

Alone

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 p…

Maya Angelou.

Maya Angelou  The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the o…