Under the Harvest Moon

By: Carl Sandburg

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

Rose Aylmer

By: Walter Savage Landor

Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine. ...

I Lost A World

By: Emily Dickinson

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found? ...

I Taste a Liquor

By: Emily Dickinson

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

The Bait

By: John Donne

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

She Comes Not

By: Herbert Trench

She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day. ...

Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)

By: William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate: ...

Why Is The Rose So Pale

By: Heinrich Heine

Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale? ...

John Anderson, my Jo

By: Robert Burns

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

A Red, Red Rose

By: Robert Burns

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