When I Was One-And-Twenty

By: A. E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say, ...

A wounded deer leaps highest

By: Emily Dickinson

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

To the Virgins, Make Much of Time

By: Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying, ...

The Rose of Sharon

By: Solomon

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

Hyacinth

By: Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer ...

No Tears

By: Alexander Pushkin

Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade. . . ...

The Grave

By: Emily Dickinson

The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee, ...

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

By: William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove, ...

Still to be Neat

By: Ben Jonson

Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast; ...

Maybe

By: Carl Sandburg

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