Robert-Frost – Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Lover's Quarrel

We two were lovers, the Sea and I;We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous, ardent weatherWe dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.At times my lover would rage and storm.I said: 'No matter, his heart is warm.'Whatever his humour, I loved his ways,And...

William Shakespeare – Sonnet 100

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeemIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the...

Robert-Frost – After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still,And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn't pick upon some bough.But I am done with apple-picking now.Essence of winter sleep is on the night,The scent of apples:...

William Shakespeare – Sonnet 18

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good, or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality,Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,Or say with princes if it shall go wellBy...