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A Daughter of Eve

by Christina Rossetti

A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool

A Nocturnal Reverie

by Anne Kingsmill Finch

In such a night, when every louder wind Is to its distant cavern safe confined; And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings, And

A Red Red Rose

by Robert Burns

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in


by Geoffrey Chaucer

AN A.B.C. Here begins the song according to the order of the letters of the alphabet A. ALMIGHTY and all-merciable* Queen,

Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom

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.

Cradle Song

by William Blake

SLEEP sleep beauty bright Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and

Crossing the Bar

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When

Death Be Not Proud

by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom

Dickinson Poems by Number

by Emily Dickinson

14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me. One came the

for a rainy day

by D A Levy

kisses we tried to save pressed in books like flowers from a sun warmed day only years later to open yellowing pages to find those same kisses - wilted

Frost at Midnight

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud---and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of

His Excuse for Loving

by Ben Jonson

Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have

How Do I Love Thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

i carry your heart with me

by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever

I Write My Mother a Poem

by Fleda Brown

Sometimes I feel her easing further into her grave, resigned, as always, and I have to come to her rescue.


by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you

Im nobody! Who are you?

by Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell! They'd advertise -- you know! How

Inaugural Poem

by Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn


by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey

by William Wordsworth

Five years have passed; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from


by George Herbert

My God, I heard this day That none doth build a

Mending Wall

by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And

O Captain! My Captain!

by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is

Ode on Solitude

by Alexander Pope

I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native

Ode to Joy


Wild and fearful in his cavern Hid the naked troglodyte, And the homeless nomad wandered Laying waste the fertile plain. Menacing with spear and

Paul Reveres Ride

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in

She Walks in Beauty

by George (Lord) Byron

She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and

Sonnet 29

by William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless

Sonnet 55

by William Shakespeare

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contènts Than

Sonnet 71

by William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world

Still I Rise

by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like

Tears Idle Tears

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the

The Childrens Hour

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations,

The City In the Sea

by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West Where the good

The Flea

by John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now

The Hourglass

by Ben Jonson

Consider this small dust here running in the glass, By atoms moved; Could you believe that this the body was Of one

THE ILIAD (excerpt)


Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! That wrath which

The Last Leaf

by Oliver Wendell Holmes

I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I

The Tables Turned

by William Wordsworth

An Evening Scene on the Same Subject Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my

The Tide Rises the Tide Falls

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller

The Tyger

by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps

The Walrus and the Carpenter

by Lewis Carroll

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might; He did his very best to make

To a Mouse

by Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

To Find God

by Robert Herrick

Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find A way to measure out the wind? Distinguish all those floods that are Mixed in

When You are Old

by William Butler Yeats

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And

White Flock

by Anna Akhmatova

Copyright Anna Akhmatova Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com) Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html  * I *  We thought we were beggars, we thought

Who will cry for the little boy?

by Antwone Fisher

who will cry for the little boy? Lost and all alone. Who will cry for the little boy? Abandoned without his own? Who will