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
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
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
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!
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night By Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at
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
