Hope · Excerpt
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,
Poetry
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Bright Star · Excerpt
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eter…
To Autumn · Excerpt
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and …
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time · Excerpt
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will…
Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory-- Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they q…
She Walks in Beauty · Excerpt
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet…
Rain
The rain is raining all around. It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.
Ozymandias · Excerpt
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them …
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man; So be it…
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard · Excerpt
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his…
A Red, Red Rose · Excerpt
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in t…
The Daffodils · Excerpt
I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of gold…
Because I Could Not Stop for Death · Excerpt
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. …
Sonnet 116 · Excerpt
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, O…
Sonnet 18 · Excerpt
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling bud…