Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Bury Me in a Free Land Frances Harper Make me a grave where'er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave; His shadow above my silent tomb Would … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Mending Wall by Robert Frost
June 27, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Mending Wall Robert Frost Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Hamlet’s Soliloquy by Shakespeare
June 20, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Hamlet's Soliloquy William Shakespeare To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi
June 13, 2010 by 1 Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. The Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy; O Divine Master, grant that I … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Opportunity by John James Ingalls
June 6, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Opportunity John James Ingalls Master of human destinies am I; Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk. I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and, passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late, I knock unbidden once at every gate. If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise, … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Ozymandias by Percy Shelley
May 30, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Ozymandias Percy Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
May 23, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. The Village Blacksmith Henry Wadsworth Longfellow UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: A Girl’s Garden by Robert Frost
May 16, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. A Girl's Garden Robert Frost A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, she did A childlike thing. One day she asked her father To give her a garden plot To plant and tend and reap herself, And he said, "Why not?" In casting about for a corner He … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: How Did You Die? by Edmund Cook
May 9, 2010 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. How Did You Die? Edmund Cook Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it. And it isn’t the fact that you’re … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: The Builders by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
May 2, 2010 by 2 Comments
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. The Builders Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the … [Read more...]
