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James Whitcomb Riley
Riley, James Whitcomb[1853-1916](2)Born in Greenfield, Indiana, in June, 1853, and died at Indianapolis, July, 1916. He occupied a field unique in American literature and probably no poet…Robert Graves: The Cottage
The CottageHere in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school; Now somehow it's come to me To light the fire and…Robert Graves: The Poet in the Nursery
The Poet in the NurseryThe youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling A song about some Lovers at a…Brewer's: Rat
The Egyptians and Phrygians deified rats. The people of Bassora and Cambay to the present time forbid their destruction. In Egypt the rat symbolised “utter destruction;” it also symbolised…Recommended Poetry Books for Kids
Odes and ditties for children (adults too!) compiled by Holly Hartman I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun, I breathe fire as hot as the sun. When a knight comes to fight I…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Epistle To Hugh Parker
by Robert Burns The Chevalier's LamentOf A' The Airts The Wind Can BlawEpistle To Hugh Parker In this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme;…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Nature's Law-A Poem
by Robert Burns The CalfSong-Willie ChalmersNature's Law-A Poem Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. Great Nature spoke: observant man obey'd-Pope. Let…John Keats: To Charles Cowden Clarke
by JohnKeatsTo My Brother GeorgeTo Charles Cowden Clarke Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; He slants his neck beneath the…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Terminology: C
by Robert Burns BDC Ca', call, knock, drive. Cadger, a hawker (especially of fish). Cadie, caddie, a fellow. Caff, chaff. Caird, a tinker. Calf-ward, grazing…Percy Bysshe Shelley: To Mary
by Percy Bysshe Shelley The Witch of AtlasTo Mary (On Her Objecting to the Following Poem, Upon the Score of Its Containing No Human Interest). How, my dear Mary,—are you critic-bitten…