Picture-Books In Winter By Robert Louis Stevenson

Picture-Books In Winter By Amanda Gorman Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children’s eye, […]

A Course Of Regular Reading By Anonymous

A Course Of Regular Reading By Anonymous Master Bee, as you wanton among the sweet flowers, On your busy, gay loaferage speeding, Is there any bee-critic to poison your hours With advice as to regular feeding? Master Thrush, now a-sulk with a sniff for a song, Now a-tilt in a frenzy ecstatic, Is there any […]

The Way To Travel By Anonymous

The Way To Travel By Anonymous Some people travel in their autos, Some travel in the railway cars; But I’ve a better way to travel, Unbroken by your bolts and jars— A better way than horse or cycle, Than biplane, steamer, or canoe; The quite ideal way to travel To Patterson or Timbuctoo. My way […]

Adventure By Helen Cowles LeCron

Adventure By Helen Cowles LeCron They called it just a book. It came At Christmas with the other things. They called it just a book . . . To me, An eager child, it seemed to be A great white ship that sailed the sea— A ship with silver wings! They called it just a […]

5 Books That Will Get You Back Into...
5 Books That Will Get You Back Into Reading

The Book-Worm By C.W. Pearson

The Book-Worm By C.W. Pearson To heroes who on battlefields win fame We do not grudge the lordly lion’s name; Those who, insensible to others’ cares, Are always rough and surly, we call bears; To those who learn no lesson from what passes, The ever dull and stupid, we call asses. All claim to be […]

In A Library By Emily Dickinson

In A Library By Emily Dickinson A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to […]

On Reading By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

On Reading By Thomas Bailey Aldrich Great thoughts in crude, unshapely verse set forth, Lose half their preciousness, and ever must. Unless the diamond with its own rich dust Be cut and polished, it seems little worth. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

The Land Of Story-Books By Robert Louis Stevenson

The Land Of Story-Books By Robert Louis Stevenson At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track […]

Fragmentary By Amos Russel Wells

Fragmentary By Amos Russel Wells I like the little poems That hide in little books, Waiting for little snatches In little, cozy nooks They mind me of the robins, With fragrant whiffs of song, Far dearer than Beethoven,— But that is very wrong! Perhaps if life in ordered Continuance would run, Not now a bit […]

XXVI. In A Library. 1. By Christopher Pearse Cranch

XXVI. In A Library. 1. By Christopher Pearse Cranch Yet what were love, and what were toil and thought, And what were life, bereft of Poesy? Who lingers in a garden where the bee By no rich beds of fragrant flowers is caught — A homely vegetable patch where naught Is prized but for some […]