December
9 January 2009
When I am dead Christina Rossetti When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me: Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me&nbs
Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her a poem by Christopher Brennan If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speech No mouths would wander eac
<p align="left">The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the e
For beauty being the best of all we know poem by Robert BridgesFor beauty being the best of all we know Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names&
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