An Educational Emporium's:
Poetry is the essence of one's very soul,
In which is expressed his or her love,
Humor, and devotion to the greatest poet of all,
He who created man.
K.R.D. © 4/26/77
po·et·ry (n. Abbr. poet.)
1. The art or work of a poet. 2.a. Poems regarded as forming a
division of literature. b. The poetic works of a given author, group,
nation, or kind. 3. A piece of literature written in meter; verse.
4. Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound.
5. The essence or characteristic quality of a poem. 6. The quality of
a poem, as possessed by an object, act, or experience.
Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
More Mother Goose Rhymes
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
Paul Revere's Ride by H. W. Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
The Village Blacksmith by H. W. Longfellow
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
Almost five hundred years ago,
To see the townsfolk suffer so
From vermin, was a pity.
The Pied Piper of Hamelin by R. Browning
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge
Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
Forward the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns' he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
Charge of the Light Brigade by Tennyson
He was a veray parfit gentil knight~~Geoffrey Chaucer. 1328-1400.
Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason.... The law, which is perfection of reason~~Sir Edward Coke 1549-1634
Every one can master a grief but he that has it~~William Shakespeare. Much Ado about Nothing
Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so."
Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No."~~John Bunyan. 1628-1688
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations
Maine
I sit by the dock all alone
No one else is up, not a creature in sight
So I'm alone here staring at the sea
Far away from technology
No TV, no Sega, no phone
Just a wood cabin, a refrigerator, and stove...
KidzPage...For Kids of All Ages
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Edgar Allan Poe