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• Eve’s Lament

  O UNEXPECTED stroke, worse than of death!
  Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave
  Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades, …

  John Milton

• Duty

  I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty:
  I woke and found that life was Duty:
  Was then thy dream a shadowy lie? …

  Ellen Sturgis Hooper

• Frankford’s Soliloquy

  O GOD! O God! that it were possible
  To undo things done; to call back yesterday!
  That time could turn up his swift sandy glass, …

  Thomas Heywood

• The Prospect

  Methinks we do as fretful children do,
  Leaning their faces on the window-pane
  To sigh the glass dim with their own breath’s stain, …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Evening in Paradise

  NOW came still evening on, and twilight gray
  Had in her sober livery all things clad;
  Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, …

  John Milton

• The Woodspurge

  The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
  Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
  I had walked on at the wind’s will,— …

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

• Among the Rocks

  Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
  This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
  To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet …

  Robert Browning

• The Will

  Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
  Great Love, some legacies: here I bequeathe
  Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see, …

  John Donne

• Dickens

  Chief in thy generation born of men
  Whom English praise acclaimed as English born,
  With eyes that matched the world-wide eyes of morn …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• Myself

  I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
  And what I assume you shall assume,
  For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. …

  Walt Whitman

• Ozymandias of Egypt

  I met a traveller from an antique land
  Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
  Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• “As by the shore at break of day”

  As by the shore, at break of day,
  A vanquished chief expiring lay,
  Upon the sands, with broken sword, …

  Thomas Moore

• Hero’s Beauty

  On Hellespont, guilty of true love’s blood,
  In view and opposite two cities stood,
  Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune’s might; …

  Christopher Marlowe

• Song: “The year ’s at the spring”

  THE YEAR ’S at the spring,
  And day ’s at the morn;
  Morning ’s at seven; …

  Robert Browning

• “The world is too much with us”

  The world is too much with us; late and soon,
  Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
  Little we see in nature that is ours; …

  William Wordsworth

• Sneezing

  What a moment, what a doubt!
  All my nose is inside out,—
  All my thrilling, tickling caustic, …

  Leigh Hunt

• Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?

  From “Hero and Leander”
  It lies not in our power to love or hate,
  For will in us is over-ruled by fate. …

  Christopher Marlowe

• Dover Cliff

  From “King Lear,” Act IV. Sc. 6.
  COME on, sir; here ’s the place: stand still!
  How fearful And dizzy ’t is, to cast one’s eyes so low! …

  William Shakespeare

• The Poet’s Theme

  From “Paradise Lost,” Book I.
  Of man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
  Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste …

  John Milton

• Mannahatta

  I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
  Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.
  Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, …

  Walt Whitman

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