I would if I could chooseAge and die outwards as a tulip does;Not as this iris drawing in, in-coilingIts complex strange taut inflorescence, willingItself a bud again - though all achieved isNo more than a clenched...

How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours seeCrowned from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow vergèd shadeDoes prudently their toils upbraid, While all...

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nighHad...

A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister, Sharon....

At a young and tender age, Patti Wilson was told by her doctor that she was an epileptic. Her father, Jim Wilson, is a morning jogger. One day she smiled through her braces and said, Daddy what Id really love to do is...

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard’s outer office ....

Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,...

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are....