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Sir Walter Raleigh English (1552-1618)
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love …
William Shakespeare English (1564-1616)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Christopher Marlowe English (1564-1593)
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Robert Burns Scottish (1759-1796)
O my love’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune …
William Blake English (1757-1827)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? …
William Wordsworth English (1770-1850)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils …
Percy Bysshe Shelley English (1792-1822)
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown …
Elizabeth Barrett Browning English (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace …
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow American (1807-1882)
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 …
Edgar Allan Poe American (1809-1849)
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.’ …
Robert Browning English (1812-1889)
You’ll love me yet and I can tarry
You’ll love me yet and I can tarry
Your love’s protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April’s sowing …
Walt Whitman American (1819-1892)
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring …
Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) English (1832-1898)
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe …
Emily Dickinson American (1830-1886)
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Robert Louis Stevenson Scottish (1850-1994)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed …
A. E. Housman (Alfred Edward Housman) English (1859-1936)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away …
Edwin Arlington Robinson American (1869-1935)
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim …
John McCrae Canadian (1872-1918)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below …
Robert Frost American (1874-1963)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth …
Carl Sandburg American (1878-1967)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Joyce Kilmer American (1886-1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
…
T. S. Eliot (Thomas Stearns Eliot) English (1888-1965)
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! …
e. e. cummings (Edward Estlin Cummings) American (1894-1962)
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did …
Langston Hughes American (1902-1967)
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore …
Ogden Nash American (1902-1971)
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race …
Sylvia Plath American (1932-1963)
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
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