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1.1 root 1: Come live with me and be my love:\
2: And we will all the pleasures prove:\
3: {The }Passionate Shepherd{ to his Love}:\
4: {Christopher }Marlowe
5: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day{?}:\
6: Thou art more lovely and more temperate:\
7: Sonnet 18:\
8: {William }Shakespeare
9: Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new!:\
10: Good pennyworths{! }but money cannot move:\
11: Fine Knacks{ for Ladies}:\
12: {John }Dowland
13: My mind to me a kingdom is:\
14: Such perfect joy therein I find:\
15: My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is:\
16: {Sir }{Edward }Dyer
17: Underneath this stone doth lie:\
18: As much beauty as could die:\
19: Epitaph on Elizabeth{,} {L. H.}:\
20: {Ben }Jonson
21: Death be not proud, though some have called thee:\
22: Mighty and dreadful{,} for thou art not so:\
23: {Holy }Sonnet{s}{ 10}:\
24: {John }Donne
25: Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:\
26: Old Time is still a-flying:\
27: To the Virgins{,} {To Make Much of Time}:\
28: {Robert }Herrick
29: Why so pale and wan, fond lover?:\
30: Prithee{,} why so pale{?}:\
31: Song:\
32: {Sir }{John }Suckling
33: Stone walls do not a prison make:\
34: Nor iron bars a cage:\
35: To Althea{,} From Prison:\
36: {Richard }Lovelace
37: I could not love thee (Dear) so much,:\
38: Lov['|e]d I not hono{u}r more:\
39: To Lucasta{, Going to the Wars}:\
40: {Richard }Lovelace
41: I saw Eternity the other night:\
42: Like a great ring of pure and endless light:\
43: {The }World:\
44: {Henry }Vaughan
45: Come and trip it as you go,:\
46: On the light fantastic toe:\
47: L'Allegro:\
48: {John }Milton
49: When I consider how my light is spent:\
50: Ere half my days in this dark world and wide:\
51: On His Blindness|When I Consider:\
52: {John }Milton
53: The grave's a fine and private place{,}:\
54: But none{,} I think{,} do there embrace{.}:\
55: To His Coy Mistress:\
56: {Andrew }Marvel
57: Great wits are sure to madness near allied:\
58: And thin partitions do their bounds divide:\
59: Absalom and Achitophel|Absalom:\
60: {John }Dryden
61: A little learning is a dangerous thing{;}:\
62: Drink deep{,} or taste not the Pierian spring{.}:\
63: {An }Essay on Criticism|{On }Criticism:\
64: {Alexander }Pope
65: The curfew tolls the knell of parting day{,}:\
66: The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea:\
67: Elegy{ Written in a Country Church{-| }Yard:\
68: {Thomas }Gray
69: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley{,}:\
70: An{'|d} lea{'|v}e us nought but grief an{'|d} pain for promised joy{.}:\
71: To a Mouse:\
72: {Robert }Burns
73: Tiger! tiger! burning bright!:\
74: In the forests of the night:\
75: {The }Tiger:\
76: {William }Blake
77: My heart leaps up when I behold:\
78: A rainbow in the sky:\
79: My Heart Leaps Up:\
80: {William }Wordsworth
81: The world is too much with us; late and soon{,}:\
82: Getting and spending{,} we lay waste our powers:\
83: {The }World is Too Much With Us|Sonnet:\
84: {William }Wordsworth
85: A sadder and a wiser man{,}:\
86: He rose the morrow morn:\
87: {The }{Rime of }{The }Ancient Mariner:\
88: {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge
89: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan:\
90: A stately pleasure{-| }dome decree:\
91: Kubla Khan:\
92: {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge
93: She walks in beauty, like the night:\
94: Of cloudless climes and starry skies:\
95: She Walks in Beauty:\
96: {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron
97: I want a hero- an uncommon want{,}:\
98: When every year and month sends forth a new one:\
99: Don Juan{ Canto I}:\
100: {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron
101: A thing of beauty is a joy forever.:\
102: Its loveliness increases{;|.} {it will never/Pass into nothingness}:\
103: Endymion{ Book I}:\
104: {John }Keats
105: Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole:\
106: Unequal laws unto a savage race:\
107: Ulysses:\
108: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
109: He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force{,}:\
110: Something better than his dog{,} a little dearer than his horse:\
111: Locksley Hall:\
112: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
113: 'Tis better to have loved and lost:\
114: Than never to have loved at all:\
115: {In }Memoriam{ A. H. H.}:\
116: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
117: Kind hearts are more than coronets,:\
118: And simple faith than Norman blood{.}:\
119: Lady Clara Vere de Vere:\
120: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
121: Oh, to be in England:\
122: Now that April's there:\
123: Home{-| }Thoughts{,} From Abroad:\
124: {Robert }Browning
125: Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp{,}:\
126: Or what's a heaven for{?}:\
127: Andrea Del Sarto:\
128: {Robert }Browning
129: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.:\
130: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height:\
131: Sonnet{s} {From the Portuguese}{ 43}:\
132: {Elizabeth }{Barrett }Browning
133: A Book of Verses underneath the Bough{,}:\
134: A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread{-|,| }and Thou:\
135: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 12}:\
136: {Edward }Fitzgerald
137: The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,:\
138: Moves on{\:|,|.} nor all your Piety nor Wit:\
139: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 71}:\
140: {Edward }Fitzgerald
141: Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire:\
142: To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire:\
143: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 99}:\
144: {Edward }Fitzgerald
145: Remember me when I am gone away,:\
146: Gone far away into the silent land:\
147: Remember:\
148: {Christina }Rossetti
149: Home is the sailor, home from the sea,:\
150: And the hunter home from the hill:\
151: Requiem:\
152: {Robert }{Louis }Stevenson
153: I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;:\
154: I fled Him, down the arches of the years:\
155: {The }Hound of Heaven:\
156: {Francis }Thompson
157: So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;:\
158: You're a {pore|poor} benighted {'|h}eathen but a first class fightin{'|g} man:\
159: Fuzzy{-| }Wuzzy:\
160: {Rudyard }Kipling
161: Morns abed and daylight slumber:\
162: Were not meant for man alive:\
163: Reveille:\
164: {A{.}{ }E{.}{ }}Houseman
165: I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,:\
166: And a small cabin build there{,} of clay and wattles made:\
167: {The }{Lake Isle of }Innisfree:\
168: {William }{Butler }Yeats
169: I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,:\
170: And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by:\
171: Sea{-| }Fever:\
172: {John }Masefield
173: April is the cruelest month, breeding:\
174: Lilacs out of the dead land:\
175: {The }Waste{ }Land:\
176: {T{.}{ }S{.}{ }}Eliot
177: Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs:\
178: About the little house and happy as the grass was green:\
179: Fern Hill:\
180: {Dylan }Thomas
181: Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit:\
182: Of that forbidden tree{,} whose mortal taste:\
183: Paradise Lost:\
184: {John }Milton
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