Lines Written in Early Spring By William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined,…
The Sun Rising By John Donne Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call…
The Penitent By Edna St. Vincent Millay I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a…
Mid-March By Lizette Woodworth Reese It is too early for white boughs, too late For snows. From out the hedge the…
Dear One Absent This Long While BY LISA OLSTEIN It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms…
Hard Luck by Edgar Albert Guest Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that…
Ode on Melancholy By John Keats No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;…
Yesterday by John Lennon and Paul McCartney Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though…
Love and Friendship By Emily Brontë Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when…
Ode on a Grecian Urn By John Keats Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow…