Poem - I stepped from plank to plank By Emily Dickinson

I stepped from plank to plank:

I stepped from plank to plank   
  So slow and cautiously;   
The stars about my head I felt,   
  About my feet the sea.

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark

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Poem - Metaphors By Sylvia Plath

Metaphors:

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

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Poem - The past is such a curious creature By Emily Dickinson

The past is such a curious creature:

The past is such a curious creature,   
  To look her in the face   
A transport may reward us,   
  Or a disgrace.  

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 005

William Shakespeare Sonnet 005:

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 004

William Shakespeare Sonnet 004:

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?

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Poem - Farewell love and all thy laws forever By Sir Thomas Wyatt

Farewell love and all thy laws forever:

Farewell, love, and all thy laws forever,
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore
To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavor.
In blind error when I did persever

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Poem - I took my power in my hand By Emily Dickinson

I took my power in my hand:

I took my power in my hand   
And went against the world;   
’T was not so much as David had,   
But I was twice as bold.   
 
I aimed my pebble, but myself            5
Was all the one that fell.   
Was it Goliath was too large,   
Or only I too small?

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Poem - The soul selects her own society By Emily Dickinson with Analysis

The soul selects her own society:

The soul selects her own society,   
Then shuts the door;   
On her divine majority   
Obtrude no more.   
 
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing            5
At her low gate;   
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling   
Upon her mat.   
 
I’ve known her from an ample nation   
Choose one;                                                            10
Then close the valves of her attention   
Like stone.

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Poem - Ode on a Grecian Urn By George Keats

Ode on a Grecian Urn:

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
    Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
    Of deities or mortals, or of both,
        In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
    What men or gods are these?  What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit?  What struggle to escape?
        What pipes and timbrels?  What wild ecstasy?

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Poem - Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day By William Shakespeare  

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

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Poem - Incident By Countee Cullen with Analysis

Incident:

Once riding in old Baltimore,

Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, 'Nigger.'

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.


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Poem - Eldorado By Edgar Allan Poe with Analysis

Eldorado:

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

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Poem - Cross By Langston Hughes with Analysis

Cross:

My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

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Poem - The Eagle By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The Eagle:

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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Poem - Winter By William Shakespeare with Analysis

Winter:

When icicles hang by the wall,  

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,  
And milk comes frozen home in pail,  
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,  
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.  
 
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,  
And birds sit brooding in the snow,  
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,  
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,  
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,  

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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