The Banks Of Bonnie Doon

By: Robert Burns

Yon banks and hills of bonnie Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair? ...

A Red, Red Rose

By: Robert Burns

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

To Helen

By: Edgar Allen Poe

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore, ...

My Friend

By: Emily Dickinson

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

Music, When Soft Voices Die

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

Soon, O Ianthe!

By: Walter Savage Landor

Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
And sooner beauty's heavenly smile: ...

A wounded deer leaps highest

By: Emily Dickinson

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

Happiness

By: Carl Sandburg

I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,
what is happiness. ...

Of Pearls and Stars

By: Heinrich Heine

The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above, ...

The Dream

By: Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care; ...