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
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
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!
The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I
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