Category: Poems

Ode to Pity by Jane Austen

1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her…

For Annie by Edgar Allan Poe

Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called…

The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe

I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle,…