By Federico García Lorca
1. La cogida y la muerte A las cinco de la tarde. Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde. Un niño trajo...
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- By Countee CullenThen call me traitor if you must, Shout treason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond...
- By Countee CullenSome are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black ...
- By Countee CullenOnce riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking ...
- By Countee CullenWith two white roses on her breasts, White candles at head and feet, Dark Madonna of the grave she rests...
- By Langston HughesIf I had some small change I’d buy me a mule, Get on that mule and Ride like a fool. If I had some greenbacks...
- By Langston HughesDown in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass That ...
- By William WordsworthAnd is this—Yarrow?—This the stream Of which my fancy cherished, So faithfully, a waking dream? An image that ...
- By William WordsworthThe gallant Youth, who may have gained, Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow," Was but an Infant in the lap When...
- By Federico García LorcaMoon came to the forge in her petticoat of nard The boy looks and looks the boy looks at the Moon In...
- By Ernest Lawrence ThayerThe outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one...
- By Robert W. ServiceThere are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales...
- By Edgar Allan PoeIt was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know...
- By Lord Byron (George Gordon)So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon...
- By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly...
- By George Gascoigne“And if I did, what then? Are you aggriev’d therefore? The sea hath fish for every man, And what would...
- By Alfred NoyesPART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed...
- By Paul Laurence DunbarPray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through the shade...
- By AnonymousI know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house...
- By Robert W. ServiceA bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was...