by Alfred Lord Tennyson Live thy life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed, Soberer hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall’n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough, Naked strength.
Category Archives: Poems I’ve Memorized
The Lamb
by William Blake Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thouContinue reading “The Lamb”
The Tiger
by William Blake Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art CouldContinue reading “The Tiger”
Keepsakes
By Leland B. Jacobs I keep bottle caps, I keep strings, I keep keys and corks And all such things. When people say, “What good are they?” The answer’s hard to get For just how I will use them all I don’t know yet.