Music, When Soft Voices Die

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -- ...

The Bait

By: John Donne

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

Song

By: John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root, ...

A wounded deer leaps highest

By: Emily Dickinson

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell; ...

Untitled

By: Sappho

Attend the fragrant-blossomed Muses' lovely gifts.
Enjoy, girls, and dance to the clear melodious lyre. ...

The Ragged Wood

By: William Butler Yeats

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

For some we loved

By: Omar Khayyam

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

My True Love Has My Heart

By: Philip Sidney

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given; ...

My Friend

By: Emily Dickinson

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

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: ...