Echo — Poem by Christina Rossetti

Poem 70 - 100 days of poetry

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years. Continue reading "Echo — Poem by Christina Rossetti"

Stanzas for Music – Poem by Lord Byron

Poem 69 - 100 days of poetry

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me: Continue reading "Stanzas for Music – Poem by Lord Byron"

In the Deep Nights – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Poem 68 - 100 days of poetry

In the deep nights I dig for you, O Treasure!
To seek you over the wide world I roam,
For all abundance is but meager measure
Of your bright beauty which is yet to come. Continue reading "In the Deep Nights – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke"

Chapter 5 — Frankenstein by Mary Shelley — Audiobook

Frankenstein — Chapter 5

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A Love Song — Poem by D. H. Lawrence

Poem 67 - 100 days of poetry

Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice. Continue reading "A Love Song — Poem by D. H. Lawrence"

Chapter 4 — Frankenstein by Mary Shelley — Audiobook

Frankenstein — Chapter 4

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Chapter 3 — Frankenstein by Mary Shelley — Audiobook

Frankenstein — Chapter 3

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Chapter 2 — Frankenstein by Mary Shelley — Audiobook

Frankenstein — Chapter 2

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The Fair Singer — Poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

Poem 66 - 100 days of poetry

To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind. Continue reading "The Fair Singer — Poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)"

The Night is Darkening Round Me – Emily Brontë

Poem 65 - 100 days of poetry

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go. Continue reading "The Night is Darkening Round Me – Emily Brontë"