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April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.Eliot
O wild ______ _______, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead...If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?Shelley
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to removeShakespeare
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee...Then while we live, in love let’s so persever, That when we live no more we may live everBradstreet
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime...Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Marvell
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind...The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for stillAngelou
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.William Ernest Henley
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness...angelheaded hipsters burning...who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering...Ginsberg
Come live with me and be my Love, and we will all the pleasures prove...If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love.Marlowe
At length did cross an Albatross,Through the fog it came...Water, water everywhere, all the boards did shrink, Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drinkColeridge
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day...Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown...Gray
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high,...And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!Holmes
We passed the school, where children strove/At recess, in the ring;/We passed the field of gazing grain,/We passed the setting sun.Dickinson
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rouse beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie!Burns
___?___ the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row...We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were lovedMcCrae
Half a league, Half a league, Half a league onward...Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred...Cannon to the right of them, Cannon to the left of them...Tennyson
When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my gates...When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye...Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cageLovelace
so much depends upon ____ ____ ____________ glazed with rainwater beside the white chickensWilliams
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns....The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.Owen
Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted - Nevermore!Poe
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk...Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?Keats
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the differenceFrost
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold...Yeats
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after deathBrowning
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land...Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe freeLazarus
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy husky, brawling, City of the Big ShouldersSandburg
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won/ Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.Whitman

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