This book includes classic poems by such eminent poets as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Sara Teasdale, William Butler Yeats, Louisa May Alcott, Walt Whitman, Herman Melville, Gertrude Stein and others.Contents:Anne BradstreetTo My Dear and Loving HusbandPhillis WheatleyTo the Right Honourable WILLIAM,Earl of DARTMOUTH, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, & c.William Cullen BryantThe Planting of the Apple-TreeThanatopsisRalph Waldo EmersonConcord HymnThe Snow-stormHenry Wadsworth LongfellowThe Arrow and the SongThe BuildersThe Children’s HourThe Day Is DoneThe Landlord’s Tale. Paul Revere’s RideEdgar Allan PoeAloneAnnabel LeeThe Conqueror WormThe RavenTo HelenAbraham LincolnMy Childhood’s Home I See AgainOliver Wendell Holmes, SrOld IronsidesHerman MelvilleMisgivingsWalt WhitmanI Hear America SingingI Sit and Look OutMiraclesA Noiseless Patient SpiderО Captain! My Captain!From Song of My selfWhen I Heard the Learn’d AstronomerFrances E. W. HarperBury Me in a Free LandSongs for the PeopleEmily DickinsonBecause I could not stop for DeathDeath sets a thing significantHope is the thing with feathersI died for beautyIf I can stop one heart from breakingI’m nobody! Who are you?Mv life closed twice before its closeSuccess is couated sweetestThere is no frigate like a bookThis is my letter to the worldElla Wheeler WilcoxSolitudeErnest Lawrence ThayerCasey at the BatEdwin Arlington RobinsonMiniver CheevyMr. Flood’s PartyRichard CoryStephen CraneI saw a man pursuing the horizon’War Is KindJames Weldon JohnsonSence You Went AwayPaul Laurence DunbarThe LessonSympathyWe Wear the MaskGertrude SteinSusie AsadoVachel LindsayAbraham Lincoln. Walks at MidnightEuclidThe Leaden-EyedClaude McKayAfter the WinterIf We Must DieThe Tropics in New YorkCountee CullenFor Paul Laurence DunbarIncidentAmy LowellVenetian GlassSongThe SwansPrimeJames OppenheimHebrewsElizabeth Barrett BrowningJuliet Of NationsA Musical InstrumentEmma LazarusThe Crowing Of The Red CockYouth And DeathAge And DeathLouisa May AlcottFairy SongMy KingdomTransfigurationLullabyEllis Parker ButlerGood — Better — BestThe WhaleA Lost AngelThe Ballade Of The AutomobileHugh Henry BrackenridgeFrom A poem on divine revelationMatthew ArnoldTo A FriendShakespeareThe Last WordWilliam Butler YeatsBrown PennyThe Chambermaid’s First SongA Song From ‘The Player Queen’September 1913Leda And The SwanA Prayer For Old AgeWilliam BlakeA Poison TreeThe Garden Of LoveThe FlyLaughing songSara TeasdaleWisdomPeaceA CryAfter LoveAloneI Am Not YoursOn A March DayThe MysteryWilliam BarnesThe Broken HeartThe Young that Died in BeautyThe Woodlands
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Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all, —
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all, —
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
