The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd By Sir Walter Raleigh 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. Time drives…
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Sonnet 133
Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan By William Shakespeare Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me: Is’t not enough to torture me alone,…
Poetry of Departures
Poetry of Departures By Philip Larkin Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you approve This audacious, purifying, Elemental move. And they are right, I think.…
Oread
Oread By Hilda Doolittle Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir. Summary of Oread Popularity of “Oread”: This short and precise…
I Dreaded That First Robin
I Dreaded That First Robin By Emily Dickinson I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though — I thought If I could only live Till that first…
Icarus
Icarus By Edward Field Only the feathers floating around the hat Showed that anything more spectacular had occurred Than the usual drowning. The police preferred to ignore The confusing aspects of the case, And the witnesses ran off to a…
I Being Born A Woman And Distressed
I Being Born A Woman And Distressed By Edna St Vincent Millay I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel…
Eldorado
Eldorado By Edgar Allan Poe Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow Fell…
Sonnet 112
Sonnet 112 By William Shakespeare Your love and pity doth the impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow? You are…
Sonnet 111
Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide By William Shakespeare O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public…
Sonnet 94
Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none By William Shakespeare They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves…
Sonnet 40
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all By William Shakespeare Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou…
Sonnet 24
Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Play’d The Painter and Hath Steel’d By William Shakespeare Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steel’d, Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein ’tis held, And…
The Echoing Green
The Echoing Green By William Blake The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells’ cheerful sound.…
Design
Design By Robert Frost I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth– Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning…
Infant Sorrow
Infant Sorrow By William Blake My mother groand! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands: Striving against my swaddling bands: Bound and…
Barter
Barter By Sara Teasdale Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to…
Ah! Sun-flower
Ah! Sun-flower By William Blake Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin…
Of Mere Being
Of Mere Being By Wallace Stevens The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze decor, A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You…
Anecdote of the Jar
Anecdote of the Jar By Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild.…