A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns
A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my luve’s like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my luve’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.
A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my luve’s like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my luve’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly
Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
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
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!
