Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)

By: William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate: ...

It's all I have to bring to-day

By: Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside, ...

You Left Me

By: Emily Dickinson

You left me, sweet, two legacies, -
A legacy of love ...

Song

By: Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me; ...

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

By: William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove, ...

Dear Chains

By: Alexander Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean. ...

What If I Say

By: Emily Dickinson

What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate- ...

Proud of my Broken Heart

By: Emily Dickinson

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ‘till thee. ...

Hope is a Thing With Feathers

By: Emily Dickinson

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul ...

The Lake

By: Edgar Allen Poe

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot ...