The Spider And The Fly By Mary Howitt
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,“‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that
I Thought no more was needed
Youth to prolong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
Oh, who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman’s satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
Oh, who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had,
I thought ‘twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed.
But who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,“‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that
The Mouse’s Petition By Anna Laetitia Barbauld Oh, hear a pensive captive’s prayer,For liberty that sighs,And never let thine heart be shutAgainst the prisoner’s cries!
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
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
