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
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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
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
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 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
