Literature & poetry

Shel Silverstein: The Giving Tree Shel Silverstein: The Giving Tree Once there was a tree…. and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk …

Shel Silverstein: Where The Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein: Where The Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, and there the grass grows soft and white, and there the sun burns crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool …

William Shakespeare: Under The Greenwood Tree William Shakespeare: Under The Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who …

William Shakespeare: Fairy Land Iii William Shakespeare: Fairy Land Iii COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d,– The wild waves whist,– Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Bow, wow, The watch-dogs bark: Bow, wow. …

William Shakespeare: Sigh No More William Shakespeare: Sigh No More Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blith and bonny, Converting all …

William Shakespeare: Silvia William Shakespeare: Silvia WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth …

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 14 Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck William Shakespeare: Sonnet 14 Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, …

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130 My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130 My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are …

William Shakespeare: It Was A Lover And His Lass William Shakespeare: It Was A Lover And His Lass IT was a lover and his lass,    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green corn-field did pass,    In the spring time, the only pretty ring …