A Red, Red Rose

By: Robert Burns

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June; ...

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: ...

The First Day

By: Christina Rossetti

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me; ...

A Dream within a Dream

By: Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now, ...

To Helen

By: Edgar Allen Poe

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore, ...

Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII

By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough, ...


By: Carl Sandburg

Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not. ...

I Never Lost As Much

By: Emily Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod. ...

The Rose of Sharon

By: Solomon

I am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys. ...

The Bait

By: John Donne

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