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The Ghost

© Lizette Woodworth Reese

I set a candle at my pane,
Yellowy in the drip of rain;
My love came in and looked at me;
I hid my face upon my knee.

Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day

© William Shakespeare

If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover,

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

© William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

© William Shakespeare

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes

© William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,

The Vanity of Wealth

© Samuel Johnson

No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,

With avarice painful vigils keep:

To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison

© Benjamin Jonson

The Turn

Brave infant of Saguntum, clear

Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

© William Shakespeare

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage
To witness duty, not to show my wit

Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars

© William Shakespeare

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked for joy in that I honour most.

Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old

© William Shakespeare

My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.

Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage

© William Shakespeare

As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,

Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse

© William Shakespeare

So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven it self for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,

For an Old Poet

When he is old and past all singing,
Grant, kindly Time, that he may hear
The rhythm through joyous Nature ringing,
Uncaught by any duller ear.

From The German Of Uhland

Three students once tarried over the Rhine,

And into Frau Wirthin's turned to dine.

Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws

Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?