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William Shakespeare: Bridal Song William Shakespeare: Bridal Song ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, firstborn child of Ver; Merry springtime’s harbinger, With her bells dim; …

William Shakespeare: A Lover’s Complaint William Shakespeare: A Lover’s Complaint FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, …

William Shakespeare: Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind William Shakespeare: Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: …

William Shakespeare: Fear No More William Shakespeare: Fear No More Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust. Fear no …

William Shakespeare: O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii William Shakespeare: O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and …

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18 Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18 Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s …

William Shakespeare: A Fairy Song William Shakespeare: A Fairy Song Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips …

William Shakespeare: All The World’s A Stage William Shakespeare: All The World’s A Stage All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, …

Robert Frost: Birches Robert Frost: Birches When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with …