A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve 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 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis…
My Last Duchess
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will’t please…
The Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Tennyson Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro’ the field the road runs by To many-tower’d…
Ozymandias
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunk less legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies,…
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…