Let Peace Prevail In This World by Ravi Sathasivam When you look for peacethen the peace lies within youWhen you search for peacethen it is not hard to findWhen you want to keep peace alivethen you allow white doves to fly over youWhen you make peace with othersthen...
Rain By Edward Thomas Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude....
The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky...
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3LnbFbkrDEIF7AV67PDKJo?si=j4Gf2YmNTieU2F0ZdtMkHQ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines...
Be Thankful Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.If you did, what would there be to look forward to? Be thankful when you don’t know something,for it gives you the opportunity to learn. Be thankful for the difficult times.During those times...
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...
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...