"Invictus" is a short poem by English poet William Ernest Henley. Henley wrote it in 1875, and in 1888 he published it in his first volume of poems, Book of Verses, in the section titled "Life and Death". https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3R44yPBr6w INVICTUS 👏🙏 Out of...
https://open.spotify.com/episode/5afq2wRwT7tzbrnVl4QJxw?si=cWmIuW5MQWiw3djKT4XZSQ Now have come the shining daysWhen field and wood are robed anew,And o'er the world a silver hazeMingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the landIn garments free from...
https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/4B2eDv6kyTb Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;Doing more harm here than slander and lies;On it is many a strong spirit broken,And with it many a good purpose dies.It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each...
The Owl and The Pussy Cat The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And...
Celebrate World Book Day 2025 with Emerald Book Club! World Book Day 2025 is just around the corner, and Emerald Book Club is excited to bring you a full day of literary fun on March 6th! This year, we are celebrating with engaging activities across multiple...
Poem by John Dryden Absalom And Achitophel In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd: When Nature prompted, and no Law deni'd Promiscuous use of concubine...
🔉 - POETIC FLOWS PODCAST Defeat By Kahlil GibranDefeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,Through you I know that I...
Good BooksbyEdgar Guest Good books are friendly things to own.If you are busy they will wait.They will not call you on the phoneOr wake you if the hour is late.They stand together row by row,Upon the low shelf or the high.But if you're lonesome this you know:You have...
Year's End by Richard Wilbur Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over...