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Sonnet LXXV

© William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Sonnet LXXIV

© William Shakespeare

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.

Sonnet LXXI

© William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:

To Fiona

© William Stanley Braithwaite

Dear little child, whose very speech
Gives me joy beyond my heart's measure,
However far my years may reach,
Life can offer no greater treasure.

Sonnet LXVII

© William Shakespeare

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before the bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;

Pain

© Harriet Monroe

She heard the children playing in the sun,

And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees

Sonnet LXIII

© William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn

The Mirror

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

SHE knew it not:most perfect pain

To learn: this too she knew not. Strife

For "Ruggiero And Angelica" By Ingres

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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A REMOTE sky, prolonged to the sea's brim:

The Lily Of The Valley

© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

O'er hill and dale the welcome news is flying
That summer's drawing near;
Out of my thicket cool, my cranny hidden,
Around I shyly peer.

Sonnet IX

© William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;

Autumn Sadness

© Emma Lazarus

Air and sky are swathed in gold
Fold on fold,
Light glows through the trees like wine.
Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss
'Neath his kiss,
Breathless in a trance divine.

The Old Keg of Rum

© Anonymous

CHORUS
Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!
Remember old Jack Palmer
And the Old Keg of Rum.

Artegal And Elidure

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

Enter thy soul's vast realm as Sovereign Lord,
And, like that angel with the flaming sword,
Wave off life's clinging hands. Then chains will fall
From the poor slave of self's hard tyranny-
And Thou, a ripple rounded by the sea,
In rapture lost be lapped within the All.