A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my love is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my love is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,…
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Ode to a Nightingale
Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats Note: The text quoted above is not the original words of John Keats’s Ode to a Nightingale. The authentic poem begins: I have heard, within the silent night, the song of a nightingale.…
My Last Duchess
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That’s my last Duchess, I will show you. The portrait that I gave you was a thing of beauty, but she had a joy in her look that was too much for me. I…
The Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Tennyson On either side the river lies Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothed the world and met the sky; Through the field the road runs by To many‑towered Camelot; And up…
Ozymandias
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley 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 shattered visage lies, whose frown And…
I Love You
I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when…