Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin [1799-1837] Historians say, their opinions of course, that Pushkin with the way he used words may have emancipated the Russian language from its adolescent conventions […]

    In the quiet hours of the night, I sit alone, My thoughts a tangled web, a silent moan.   I trace the lines of my life’s weary […]

      When the moment is true, you will find a way, ‘No need to live your life in one day.’   In each breath, in each […]

    O, Death! a black and pierce-less pall Hangs round thee, and the future state; No eye may see, no mind may grasp That mystery of fate. […]

  One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor […]

    Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever […]

  People talk about finding a safe place, Without much to offer, But I’m not sure how to help them. Maybe I should just move on, Until they […]

  O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells […]

  Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar […]

    I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing […]