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The Recollection
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
NOW the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
A Dream of the Unknown
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the way
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
Untitled 2
© Tupac Shakur
With all this extra stressing the question I wonder is after death
After my last breath
Sonnet 29
© William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Modern Love XXVI: Love Ere He Bleeds
© George Meredith
Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies,
Has earth beneath his wings: from reddened eve
Lambert Hutchins
© Edgar Lee Masters
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
One, the house I built on the hill,
Sir Humphrey Gilbert
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Eastward from Campobello
Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed;
Three days or more seaward he bore,
Then, alas! the land-wind failed.
Barmaid
© William Ernest Henley
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass,
With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp
© Mihai Eminescu
With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.
With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning
© Arthur Hugh Clough
It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Of Hope and Dinosaurs
© Syl Cheney-Coker
Always, we searched in the stone river,
while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,
208. Song-To the Weaver’s gin ye go
© Robert Burns
MY heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
They flee from me that Sometime did me Seek
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
They flee from me that sometime did me seekWith naked foot, stalking in my chamber
