| Key Line(s) | Poet | Poem |
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| Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! | |
| In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree | |
| Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too | |
| Come live with me and be my love / And we will all the pleasures prove | |
| Tyger! Tyger! burning bright / In the forests of the night | |
| That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall / Looking as if she were alive. | |
| 'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.' / So I did sit and eat. | |
| Because I could not stop for death / He kindly stopped for me. | |
| An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small / In blast-beruffled plume | |
| Had we but world enough and time / This coyness, lady, were no crime. | |
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| That time of year thou mayst in me behold / When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang | |
| It little profits that an idle king / By this still hearth, among these barren crags | |
| I saw pale kings and princes too / Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; / They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci / Thee hath in thrall!' | |
| Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more / For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead | |
| Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments. | |
| Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold | |
| I wander thro' each charter'd street / Near where the charter'd Thames does flow | |
| O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being | |
| GO, lovely Rose— / Tell her that wastes her time and me | |
| I have measured out my life with coffee spoons | |
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