My Friend

By: Emily Dickinson

My friend must be a bird
Because he flies. ...

My River

By: Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me? ...

She Is Not Fair To Outward View

By: Hartley Coleridge

She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be; ...

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

By: Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove, ...

One Day I Wrote Her Name

By: Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away: ...

Annabel Lee

By: Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea, ...

Come Fill The Cup

By: Omar Khayyam

Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling. ...

Alms

By: Edna St. Vincent Millay

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go ...

It's Such a Little Thing

By: Emily Dickinson

It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh; ...

Young and Old

By: Charles Kingsely

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green ...