British & American Literature

Stopping by Woods in a snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not [...]

Mending Wall 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 [...]

Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we [...]

The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me:That there’s some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There [...]

Ode on a Grecian Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus express       A [...]

Slave’s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay,His sickle in his hand;His breast was bare, his matted hairWas buried in the sand.Again, in [...]

Morning at the Window They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,And along the trampled edges of the streetI am aware of the [...]

Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cryTook its place among the [...]

The Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or [...]