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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright / In the forests of the night,
We real cool. We / Left school. We
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
This is the way the world ends
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, / Old Time is still a-flying;
I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree.
Oh, East is East, and West is West,
'Give me your tired, your poor,
My candle burns at both ends; / It will not last the night;
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heav'n.
Candy / Is dandy
The dew that flies
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Blessings on thee, little man,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That is no country for old men. The young
