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1 | Come live with me and be my love:\ |
2 | And we will all the pleasures prove:\ | |
3 | {The }Passionate Shepherd{ to his Love}:\ | |
4 | {Christopher }Marlowe | |
5 | Shall I compare thee to a summer's day{?}:\ | |
6 | Thou art more lovely and more temperate:\ | |
7 | Sonnet 18:\ | |
8 | {William }Shakespeare | |
9 | Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new!:\ | |
10 | Good pennyworths{! }but money cannot move:\ | |
11 | Fine Knacks{ for Ladies}:\ | |
12 | {John }Dowland | |
13 | My mind to me a kingdom is:\ | |
14 | Such perfect joy therein I find:\ | |
15 | My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is:\ | |
16 | {Sir }{Edward }Dyer | |
17 | Underneath this stone doth lie:\ | |
18 | As much beauty as could die:\ | |
19 | Epitaph on Elizabeth{,} {L. H.}:\ | |
20 | {Ben }Jonson | |
21 | Death be not proud, though some have called thee:\ | |
22 | Mighty and dreadful{,} for thou art not so:\ | |
23 | {Holy }Sonnet{s}{ 10}:\ | |
24 | {John }Donne | |
25 | Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:\ | |
26 | Old Time is still a-flying:\ | |
27 | To the Virgins{,} {To Make Much of Time}:\ | |
28 | {Robert }Herrick | |
29 | Why so pale and wan, fond lover?:\ | |
30 | Prithee{,} why so pale{?}:\ | |
31 | Song:\ | |
32 | {Sir }{John }Suckling | |
33 | Stone walls do not a prison make:\ | |
34 | Nor iron bars a cage:\ | |
35 | To Althea{,} From Prison:\ | |
36 | {Richard }Lovelace | |
37 | I could not love thee (Dear) so much,:\ | |
38 | Lov['|e]d I not hono{u}r more:\ | |
39 | To Lucasta{, Going to the Wars}:\ | |
40 | {Richard }Lovelace | |
41 | I saw Eternity the other night:\ | |
42 | Like a great ring of pure and endless light:\ | |
43 | {The }World:\ | |
44 | {Henry }Vaughan | |
45 | Come and trip it as you go,:\ | |
46 | On the light fantastic toe:\ | |
47 | L'Allegro:\ | |
48 | {John }Milton | |
49 | When I consider how my light is spent:\ | |
50 | Ere half my days in this dark world and wide:\ | |
51 | On His Blindness|When I Consider:\ | |
52 | {John }Milton | |
53 | The grave's a fine and private place{,}:\ | |
54 | But none{,} I think{,} do there embrace{.}:\ | |
55 | To His Coy Mistress:\ | |
56 | {Andrew }Marvel | |
57 | Great wits are sure to madness near allied:\ | |
58 | And thin partitions do their bounds divide:\ | |
59 | Absalom and Achitophel|Absalom:\ | |
60 | {John }Dryden | |
61 | A little learning is a dangerous thing{;}:\ | |
62 | Drink deep{,} or taste not the Pierian spring{.}:\ | |
63 | {An }Essay on Criticism|{On }Criticism:\ | |
64 | {Alexander }Pope | |
65 | The curfew tolls the knell of parting day{,}:\ | |
66 | The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea:\ | |
67 | Elegy{ Written in a Country Church{-| }Yard:\ | |
68 | {Thomas }Gray | |
69 | The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley{,}:\ | |
70 | An{'|d} lea{'|v}e us nought but grief an{'|d} pain for promised joy{.}:\ | |
71 | To a Mouse:\ | |
72 | {Robert }Burns | |
73 | Tiger! tiger! burning bright!:\ | |
74 | In the forests of the night:\ | |
75 | {The }Tiger:\ | |
76 | {William }Blake | |
77 | My heart leaps up when I behold:\ | |
78 | A rainbow in the sky:\ | |
79 | My Heart Leaps Up:\ | |
80 | {William }Wordsworth | |
81 | The world is too much with us; late and soon{,}:\ | |
82 | Getting and spending{,} we lay waste our powers:\ | |
83 | {The }World is Too Much With Us|Sonnet:\ | |
84 | {William }Wordsworth | |
85 | A sadder and a wiser man{,}:\ | |
86 | He rose the morrow morn:\ | |
87 | {The }{Rime of }{The }Ancient Mariner:\ | |
88 | {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge | |
89 | In Xanadu did Kubla Khan:\ | |
90 | A stately pleasure{-| }dome decree:\ | |
91 | Kubla Khan:\ | |
92 | {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge | |
93 | She walks in beauty, like the night:\ | |
94 | Of cloudless climes and starry skies:\ | |
95 | She Walks in Beauty:\ | |
96 | {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron | |
97 | I want a hero- an uncommon want{,}:\ | |
98 | When every year and month sends forth a new one:\ | |
99 | Don Juan{ Canto I}:\ | |
100 | {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron | |
101 | A thing of beauty is a joy forever.:\ | |
102 | Its loveliness increases{;|.} {it will never/Pass into nothingness}:\ | |
103 | Endymion{ Book I}:\ | |
104 | {John }Keats | |
105 | Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole:\ | |
106 | Unequal laws unto a savage race:\ | |
107 | Ulysses:\ | |
108 | {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson | |
109 | He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force{,}:\ | |
110 | Something better than his dog{,} a little dearer than his horse:\ | |
111 | Locksley Hall:\ | |
112 | {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson | |
113 | 'Tis better to have loved and lost:\ | |
114 | Than never to have loved at all:\ | |
115 | {In }Memoriam{ A. H. H.}:\ | |
116 | {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson | |
117 | Kind hearts are more than coronets,:\ | |
118 | And simple faith than Norman blood{.}:\ | |
119 | Lady Clara Vere de Vere:\ | |
120 | {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson | |
121 | Oh, to be in England:\ | |
122 | Now that April's there:\ | |
123 | Home{-| }Thoughts{,} From Abroad:\ | |
124 | {Robert }Browning | |
125 | Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp{,}:\ | |
126 | Or what's a heaven for{?}:\ | |
127 | Andrea Del Sarto:\ | |
128 | {Robert }Browning | |
129 | How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.:\ | |
130 | I love thee to the depth and breadth and height:\ | |
131 | Sonnet{s} {From the Portuguese}{ 43}:\ | |
132 | {Elizabeth }{Barrett }Browning | |
133 | A Book of Verses underneath the Bough{,}:\ | |
134 | A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread{-|,| }and Thou:\ | |
135 | {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 12}:\ | |
136 | {Edward }Fitzgerald | |
137 | The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,:\ | |
138 | Moves on{\:|,|.} nor all your Piety nor Wit:\ | |
139 | {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 71}:\ | |
140 | {Edward }Fitzgerald | |
141 | Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire:\ | |
142 | To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire:\ | |
143 | {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 99}:\ | |
144 | {Edward }Fitzgerald | |
145 | Remember me when I am gone away,:\ | |
146 | Gone far away into the silent land:\ | |
147 | Remember:\ | |
148 | {Christina }Rossetti | |
149 | Home is the sailor, home from the sea,:\ | |
150 | And the hunter home from the hill:\ | |
151 | Requiem:\ | |
152 | {Robert }{Louis }Stevenson | |
153 | I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;:\ | |
154 | I fled Him, down the arches of the years:\ | |
155 | {The }Hound of Heaven:\ | |
156 | {Francis }Thompson | |
157 | So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;:\ | |
158 | You're a {pore|poor} benighted {'|h}eathen but a first class fightin{'|g} man:\ | |
159 | Fuzzy{-| }Wuzzy:\ | |
160 | {Rudyard }Kipling | |
161 | Morns abed and daylight slumber:\ | |
162 | Were not meant for man alive:\ | |
163 | Reveille:\ | |
164 | {A{.}{ }E{.}{ }}Houseman | |
165 | I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,:\ | |
166 | And a small cabin build there{,} of clay and wattles made:\ | |
167 | {The }{Lake Isle of }Innisfree:\ | |
168 | {William }{Butler }Yeats | |
169 | I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,:\ | |
170 | And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by:\ | |
171 | Sea{-| }Fever:\ | |
172 | {John }Masefield | |
173 | April is the cruelest month, breeding:\ | |
174 | Lilacs out of the dead land:\ | |
175 | {The }Waste{ }Land:\ | |
176 | {T{.}{ }S{.}{ }}Eliot | |
177 | Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs:\ | |
178 | About the little house and happy as the grass was green:\ | |
179 | Fern Hill:\ | |
180 | {Dylan }Thomas | |
181 | Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit:\ | |
182 | Of that forbidden tree{,} whose mortal taste:\ | |
183 | Paradise Lost:\ | |
184 | {John }Milton |