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Tyger Tyger, burning bright, - William Blake, The Tyger
In the forests of the night; - William Blake, The Tyger
What immortal hand or eye, - William Blake, The Tyger
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake, The Tyger
In what distant deeps or skies. - William Blake, The Tyger
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? - William Blake, The Tyger
On what wings dare he aspire? - William Blake, The Tyger
What the hand, dare seize the fire? - William Blake, The Tyger
And what shoulder, and what art, - William Blake, The Tyger
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? - William Blake, The Tyger
And when thy heart began to beat, - William Blake, The Tyger
What dread hand? what dread feet? - William Blake, The Tyger
What the hammer? what the chain, - William Blake, The Tyger
In what furnace was thy brain? - William Blake, The Tyger
What the anvil? what dread grasp, - William Blake, The Tyger
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! - William Blake, The Tyger
When the stars threw down their spears - William Blake, The Tyger
And water'd heaven with their tears: - William Blake, The Tyger
Did he smile his work to see? - William Blake, The Tyger
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? - William Blake, The Tyger
Tyger Tyger burning bright, - William Blake, The Tyger
In the forests of the night: - William Blake, The Tyger
What immortal hand or eye, - William Blake, The Tyger
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake, The Tyger

Little Lamb, who made thee? - William Blake, The Lamb
Dost thou know who made thee? - William Blake, The Lamb
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed - William Blake, The Lamb
By the stream and o'er the mead; - William Blake, The Lamb
Gave thee clothing of delight, - William Blake, The Lamb
Softest clothing, woolly, bright; - William Blake, The Lamb
Gave thee such a tender voice, - William Blake, The Lamb
Making all the vales rejoice! - William Blake, The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee? - William Blake, The Lamb
Dost thou know who made thee? - William Blake, The Lamb
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, - William Blake, The Lamb
He is called by thy name, - William Blake, The Lamb
For He calls Himself a Lamb: - William Blake, The Lamb
He is meek & He is mild, - William Blake, The Lamb
He became a little child. - William Blake, The Lamb
I a child, and thou a lamb, - William Blake, The Lamb
We are called by His name. - William Blake, The Lamb
Little Lamb, God bless thee! - William Blake, The Lamb
Little Lamb, God bless thee! - William Blake, The Lamb

Five years have past; five summers, with the length - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Of five long winters! and again I hear - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
With a sweet inland murmur. – once again - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Which on a wild secluded scene impress - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
The landscape with the quiet of the sky. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
The day is come when I again repose - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Here, under this green bough, and beneath - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
This spreading fir, which, on the grassy slopes - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Of the mountains, lies, and with the loud wind - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Pours its wild notes of sweet accord - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
And the rills are full of song. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Nature’s first green is gold, - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Her hardest hue to hold. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Her early leaf’s a flower; - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
But only so an hour. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
Then leaf subsides to leaf. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
So Eden sank to grief. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
So dawn goes down to day. - William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey

It is an ancient Mariner, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
And he stoppeth one of three. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
He cannot choose but go; - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
And thus spake on that ancient man, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The bright-eyed Mariner. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
"With my crossbow - I shot the Albatross." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The Albatross, so white, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Now in the cold sea brine. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Merrily did we drop - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Below the kirk, below the hill, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Below the lighthouse top. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Whose beard with age is hoar, - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Turned from the bridegroom's door. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
That things depart which never may return. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
Childhood and youth, freedom and love, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
And the vain hope which cherished even in age, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
The rainbow of the mind. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
Thou hast been as a ray of light in the gloom - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
That overclouds the earth; but, now, to me - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
Thou art like the desert, whose sands do not yield - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
One blade of grass to the thirsty traveller. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
Oh, that thou wert still alive! - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
And still dost thou possess - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth
The power of memory, that which once did bless. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Wordsworth

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Through public scorn, mud from a muddy spring; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
But leech-like to their fainting country cling, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
An army, whom liberticide and prey - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Make as a two-edged sword to all who wield, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
Religion Christless, lawless, womanless; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
An infant nation, to be born of strife, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819
To one high, holy, and immortal life. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, England in 1819

And now, in the cold, calm, and silent night, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
When the moon is bright, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
I arise from the thought of thee, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
And I am filled with delight. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
I cannot doubt that this is thee, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
Thou art my sister Moon. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
Thy sphere has fixed me in a dream, - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon
That passes and is gone. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon

She walks in beauty, like the night - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
And all that's best of dark and bright - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Meet in her aspect and her eyes; - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Thus mellowed to that tender light - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
One shade the more, one ray the less, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Had half impaired the nameless grace - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Which waves in every raven tress, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Or softly lightens o'er her face; - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
Where thoughts serenely sweet express, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
But tell of days in goodness spent, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
A mind at peace with all below, - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
A heart whose love is innocent! - Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty

The lamp of the soul, on the midnight air, - Lord Byron, January 22nd, Missolonghi
Was wasting in dust and smoke, - Lord Byron, January 22nd, Missolonghi
And the mind was a palace desolate - Lord Byron, January 22nd, Missolonghi
That sorrow had long forsook. - Lord Byron, January 22nd, Missolonghi

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
Looking as if she were alive. - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
I call that piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
Worked busily a day, and there she stands. - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
Will’t please you sit and look at her? - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
I said “Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
Strangers like you that pictured countenance, - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
The depth and passion of its earnest glance, - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
But to myself they turned (since none puts by - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) - Robert Browning, My Last Duchess

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
I love thee to the level of every day's - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
I love thee with the passion put to use - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese 43

Half a league, half a league, - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league onward, - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
All in the valley of Death - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Rode the six hundred. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
“Forward, the Light Brigade! - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns!” he said: - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Into the valley of Death - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Rode the six hundred.

Grief is a light that shines and goes, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief
But when it is gone, it is gone. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief
I have felt it passing through my heart, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief
And now it is gone. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief

I do not care for gold, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Man's Requirements
I do not care for fame, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Man's Requirements
But that I should be loved - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Man's Requirements
Is the sum of my claim. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Man's Requirements