Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503(?)–1542) FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye k...
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A Birthday By Christina G. Rossetti 1830-94 My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit; My heart is like a...
My Love Is Like to Ice Edmund Spenser My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her e...
Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full f...
The Flea John Donne (1572~1631) Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me is sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou...
William Shakespear （1564~1616） No more be grieved at that thou hast done: Roses have thorns,and silver fountains mud. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in swe...
THE HUMMING-BIRD Of all animated beings this is the most elegant in form and the most brilliant in colors. The stones and metals polished by our arts are not comparable to(1) this jewel of Nature(2)....
THE FIRST SNOW The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of (1)the living, on the graves of the dead!...
Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away; Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. “Vayn...
