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• Possession

  “it was our wedding-day
  A month ago,” dear heart, I hear you say.
  If months, or years, or ages since have passed, …

  Bayard Taylor

• Possession

  A Poet loved a Star,
  And to it whispered nightly,
  “Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far? …

  E. Robert Bulwer, Lord Lytton

• “John Anderson, my jo”

  John Anderson, my jo, John,
  When we were first acquent,
  Your locks were like the raven, …

  Robert Burns

• “Waly, waly”

  O Waly, waly, up the bank,
  O waly, waly, doun the brae,
  And waly, waly, yon burn-side, …

  Anonymous

• Divided

  I.
  an Empty sky, a world of heather,
  Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom: …

  Jean Ingelow

• “Take, O, take those lips away”

  TAKE, 1 O, take those lips away,
  That so sweetly were forsworn;
  And those eyes, like break of day, …

  William Shakespeare

• The Dream

  Our life is twofold; sleep hath its own world,
  A boundary between the things misnamed
  Death and existence: sleep hath its own world, …

  Lord Byron

• Faith

  Better trust all and be deceived,
  And weep that trust and that deceiving,
  Than doubt one heart that, if believed, …

  Frances Anne Kemble

• Absence

  What shall I do with all the days and hours
  That must be counted ere I see thy face?
  How shall I charm the interval that lowers …

  Frances Anne Kemble

• Absence

  When I think on the happy days
  I spent wi’ you, my dearie;
  And now what lands between us lie, …

  Anonymous

• Man

  In his own image the Creator made,
  His own pure sunbeam quickened thee, O man!
  Thou breathing dial! since the day began …

  Walter Savage Landor

• The World

  The World ’s a bubble, and the Life of Man
  Less than a span:
  In his conception wretched, from the womb, …

  Francis Bacon

• “Blow, blow, thou winter wind”

  From “As You Like It,” Act II. Sc. 7.
  BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,
  Thou art not so unkind …

  William Shakespeare

• The Last Leaf

  From the Russian by John Pollen
  Ya Perezhil Svoï Zhelanya
  I ’VE overlived aspirings, …

  Alexander Pushkin

• “Times go by turns”

  The Lopped tree in time may grow again;
  Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
  The sorest wight may find release of pain, …

  Robert Southwell

• Compensation

  Tears wash away the atoms in the eye
  That smarted for a day;
  Rain-clouds that spoiled the splendors of the sky …

  Christopher Pearse Cranch

• Life

  We are born; we laugh; we weep;
  We love; we droop; we die!
  Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep? …

  Bryan Waller Procter

• The Dead

  The Dead abide with us! Though stark and cold
  Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still:
  They have forged our chains of being for good or ill; …

  Mathilde Blind

• The Morning-Glory

  We wreathed about our darling’s head
  The morning-glory bright;
  Her little face looked out beneath …

  Maria

• “The Unillumined Verge”

  To a Friend Dying
  THEY tell you that Death ’s at the turn of the road,
  That under the shade of a cypress you ’ll find him, …

  Robert Bridges

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