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She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron

She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.… 

Ode on Melancholy by John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’dBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle, nor the… 

Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of… 

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of… 

Ozymandias by PB Shelley

FULL TEXT OF THIS POEM I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage… 

When the Lamp is Shattered by PB Shelley

IWhen the lamp is shatteredThe light in the dust lies dead— When the cloud is scatteredThe rainbow’s glory is shed. When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken,Loved accents… 

Kubla Khan By ST Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of… 

The Progress of Poesy by Thomas Gray

INTRODUCTION I.1. Lines 1-12Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.From Helicon’s harmonious springsA thousand rills their mazy progress take:The laughing flowers, that round them blow,Drink life and fragrance as they flow.Now… 

Ode to Simplicity by William Collins

STANZA 1 O thou, by Nature taught       To breathe her genuine thought   In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;       Who first on mountains wild,       In Fancy, loveliest child,   Thy… 

Batter my Heart by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for youAs yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow mee, and bendYour force to breake, blowe, burn, and make me new.I, like… 

Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

As virtuous men passe mildly’away,And whisper to their soules, to goe,Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,The breath goes now, and some say, no: So let us melt, and make no noise,No teare–floods, nor… 

The Ectasy ( The Extasie) by John Donne

This poem is written by John Donne, who is a Metaphysical Poet. Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell’d up to rest The violet’s reclining head, Sat we two, one another’s… 

The Canonization By John Donne

1 For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,2 Or chide my palsie, or my gout,3 My five gray haires, or ruin’d fortune flout,4 With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve5 Take…