I am a little world made cunninglyOf elements and an angelic sprite,But black sin hath betray’d to endless nightMy world’s both parts, and oh both parts must die.You which beyond…
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O true and tried, so well and long, Demand not thou a marriage lay; In that it is thy marriage dayIs music more than any song. Nor have I felt so much…
There is something about a Martini,A tingle remarkably pleasant;A yellow, a mellow Martini;I wish I had one at present.There is something about a Martini,Ere the dining and dancing begin,And to…
I shall return again; I shall return To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes At golden noon the forest fires burn, Wafting their blue-black smoke to sapphire skies. I…
I think I should have loved you presently,And given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for you to see,And caught your hand against my cheek and…
The darkened street was muffled with the snow, The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, And when we found a shelter from the nightIts glamor fell upon us like…
I If seasons all were summers,And leaves would never fall,And hopping casement-comersWere foodless not at all,And fragile folk might be hereThat white winds bid depart;Then one I used to see…
I was a cottage maidenHardened by sun and airContented with my cottage mates,Not mindful I was fair.Why did a great lord find me out,And praise my flaxen hair?Why did a…
I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,Since now at length my fate I know,Since nothing all my love avails,Since all, my life seem’d meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs…
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall,With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in…
Llueve en el mar:al mar lo que es del mary que se seque la heredad. ?La ola no tiene forma?En un instante se esculpey en otro se desmoronaen la que…
Trees in groves,Kine in droves,In ocean sport the scaly herds,Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,To northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks,Browse the mountain sheep in flocks,Men consort in camp and town,But…
How doth the little crocodileImprove his shining tail,And pour the waters of the NileOn every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grinHow neatly spreads his claws,And welcomes little fishes…
Alfred Lord Tennyson was born in Lincolnshire and was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. At Cambridge, he soon became known for his poetic ability that won him the friendship of…
Robert Browning one of the major poets of the Victorian Age was born in a rich family in London. He chose poetry as his vocation; but his early poems attracted…
Ralph Waldo Emerson is an American poet, essayist and a leader of the philosophical movement of transcendentalism. Influenced by such schools of thought as English romanticism, Neo-Platonism, and Hindu philosophy,…
John Donne was a poet who made revolutionary changes in English poetry after Shakespeare. Donne was a brilliant intellectual who despised easy platitude, and hackneyed expressions. He changed everything of…
Batter my heart, three-person’d ***, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn,…
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. No light had we:…
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I save to love’s self alone.Were you not lovely I would leave you now:After the feet of beauty fly my…
Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight Is old and gray and *****; Twenty-nine she was…
I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her…
Fields beneath a quilt of snowFrom which the rocks and stubble sleep,And in the west a shy white starThat shivers as it wakes from deep. The restless rumble of the…
They had long met o’ Zundays—her true love and she— And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle, and heSwore by noon and by night…
