We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
By abdulabout a year ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
Hope is the Thing with Feathers Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words,
The Sick Rose By William Blake O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:
The Lamb" Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead;
"The Tyger" Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
"Science knows no country, because knowledge belongs to humanity, and is the torch which illuminates the world." - Louis Pasteur
Astrophel By Edmund Spenser Astrophel, the shepherd's son, Whose love for Stella had begun. His heart was pure, his love was true,
"The important thing in science is not so much to obtain new facts as to discover new ways of thinking about them." - William Lawrence Bragg
In fields and woods, the shepherds dwell, And tend their flocks with love so well. With song and dance, they pass the day,