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• The House on the Hill

  They are all gone away,
  The House is shut and still,
  There is nothing more to say. …

  author:Edwin Arlington Robinson

• I gave myself to Him —

  I gave myself to Him —
  And took Himself, for Pay,
  The solemn contract of a Life …

  Emily Dickinson

• In Vain

  And were you lost, I would be,
  Though my name
  Rang loudest …

  Elizabeth Chase Allen

• It's all I have to bring today —

  It's all I have to bring today —
  This, and my heart beside —
  This, and my heart, and all the fields — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Recollection

  Soon as the gilded clouds of evening fly,
  And Luna lights her taper in the sky,
  The silent thought inspiring solemn scene …

  Ann Eliza Bleecker

• Sorrows of Werther

  Werther had a love for Charlotte
  Such as words could never utter;
  Would you know how first he met her? …

  William Makepeace Thackeray

• The Sun Rising

  ⁠BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
  ⁠Why dost thou thus,
  Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? …

  John Donne

• The Coral Insect

  TOIL on! toil on! ye ephemeral train,
  Who build in the tossing and treacherous main
  Toil on! for the wisdom of man ye mock, …

  Lydia Sigourney

• The Universal Prayer

  Father of all! In every age,
  In ev'ry clime ador'd,
  By saint, by savage, and by sage, …

  Alexander Pope

• Unreturning

  'T was such a little, little boat
  That toddled down the bay !
  'T was such a gallant, gallant sea …

  Emily Dickinson

• Verses Supposed To Be Written by Alexander Selkirk

  I am monarch of all I survey,
  My right there is none to dispute;
  From the center all round to the sea …

  William Cowper

• The Will

  ⁠BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
  ⁠Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath
  ⁠Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see; …

  John Donne

• A Word to the Wise

  Love hailed a little maid,
  Romping through the meadow:
  Heedless in the sun she played, …

• The Tyger

  Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
  In the forests of the night;
  What immortal hand or eye. …

  William Blake

• The Charge of the Light Brigade

  Half a league, half a league,
  Half a league onward,
  All in the valley of Death …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Darkling Thrush

  I leant upon a coppice gate
  When Frost was spectre-gray,
  And Winter's dregs made desolate …

  Thomas Hardy

• We Wear the Mask

  We wear the mask that grins and lies,
  It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
  This debt we pay to human guile; …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• The New Colossus

  Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
  With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
  Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand …

  Emma Lazarus

• Paul Revere's Ride

  Listen my children and you shall hear:
  Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
  On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)

  Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee
  Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
  For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, …

  John Donne

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