Classic poem of the day
Ne did I waken from my drowsy fit,
Till stars had kindled heav'n's refulgent blue;
An icy cold my bruised members smit,
Death spread around his wings of pallid hue,
And scant could life the ghastly fiend eschew.
At length upon my limbs myself I rear'd,
But horrour and distraction were the view;
Jerusalem enwrapp'd in flames appear'd,
And melancholy groans of dying men I heard.
Member poem of the day
The sky is clear in noondays light
The warmth of sun, the cooling breeze
Hand in hand our steps are light
We’ve carefully planned this in our dreams
To spend the day wasting away
Upon a hill to see the world
On the grass up there we’ll lay
And let our hopes and dreams unfurl
Round the pond and toward the hill
We feel the beauty of our land
The buzz of bees and smell of dill
This world we’ve made here with our...