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The Sail

A lone white sail on the horizon Upon the azure sea doth stand.

Mikhail Lermontov

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying:

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

The Sons of Adam

The sons of Adam are limbs of each other, having been created of one essence.

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free;

Rabindranath Tagore

The Little Rain

Oh! she is good, the little rain! and well she knows our need Who cometh in the time of spring to aid the sun-drawn seed;

The Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night;

A Book of Verses

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

William Shakespeare

The Old Pond

Old pond — frogs jumped in —

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