By Sir Thomas MooreThose evening bells! those evening bells!How many a tale their music tells,Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,When last I heard their soothing chime.Those joyous hours are pass’d away;And many a hear...

W.B. YeatsAll Things can tempt me All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman’s face, or worse— The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this acc...

Alexander PushkinI loved you. In my heart there is an ember of love Not wholly faded it may be. But do not let it hurt you to remember I would not have you suffer pain for me. I loved you in a hopeless silent fashion Racked...