Dear Chains

By: Alexander Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean. ...

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; ...

The First Day

By: Christina Rossetti

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

The Heart Asks

By: Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain; ...

To Mary

By: John Clare

I sleep with thee and wake with thee
And yet thou art not there; ...

What If I Say

By: Emily Dickinson

What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate- ...

A wounded deer leaps highest

By: Emily Dickinson

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

The Indian Serenade

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night, ...

Never Blows So Red

By: Omar Khayyam

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

The Hour Glass

By: Ben Jonson

Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved: ...