The Banks Of Bonnie Doon

By: Robert Burns

Yon banks and hills of bonnie Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair? ...

The Bait

By: John Donne

Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove ...

For some we loved

By: Omar Khayyam

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed, ...

Dear Chains

By: Alexander Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean. ...

John Anderson, my Jo

By: Robert Burns

John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent, ...

I Gave Myself To Him

By: Emily Dickinson

I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay. ...

Love

By: Robert Browning

So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! ) ...

The Ragged Wood

By: William Butler Yeats

O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, ...

I Taste a Liquor

By: Emily Dickinson

I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl. ...

Under the Harvest Moon

By: Carl Sandburg

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver ...