The Bait

By: John Donne

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

The Grave

By: Emily Dickinson

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

A Dream within a Dream

By: Edgar Allen Poe

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

Music, When Soft Voices Die

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

She Is Not Fair To Outward View

By: Hartley Coleridge

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

I Many Times Thought

By: Emily Dickinson

I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away, ...

Never Blows So Red

By: Omar Khayyam

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled. ...

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

By: Thomas Ford

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind; ...

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: ...

I Loved You

By: Alexander Pushkin

I loved you-
even now I may confess ...