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Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be

© Michael Drayton

Some men there be which like my method well
And much commend the strangeness of my vein;
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain;
Some say that im my humor I excel;

Four Score

© Sir Henry Parkes

I count the mercifullest part of all

God's mercies, in this coil of eighty years,

Sonnet LX: Define My Weal

© Michael Drayton

Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n;
Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell;
Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n,
And ask a world upon my life to dwell;

Love Letter

© Sylvia Plath

Not easy to state the change you made.

If I'm alive now, then I was dead,

Sonnet LI: Calling to Mind

© Michael Drayton

Calling to mind, since first my love begun,
Th'uncertain times oft varying in their course,
How things still unexpectedly have run,
As it please the Fates, by their resistless force.

Sonnet L: As in Some Countries

© Michael Drayton

As in some countries far remote from hence
The wretched creature destined to die,
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By surgeons begg'd, their art on him to try,

Sonnet XVIII: To This Our World

To the Celestial NumbersTo this our world, to Learning, and to Heav'n,
Three Nines there are, to every one a Nine,
One number of the Earth, the other both divine;
One woman now makes three odd numbers ev'n.

Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts)

© Michael Drayton

In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame,
From whom that sea did first derive her name,
The blessed bed whereon the Muses lay,
Beauty of Greece, the pride of Asia,

Pallas And Venus. An Epigram

© Matthew Prior

The Trojan swain had judged the great dispute,
And beauty's power obtain'd the golden fruit,
When Venus, loose in all her naked charms,
Met Jove's great daughter clad in shining arms,
The wanton goddess view'd the warlike maid
From head to foot, and tauntingly she said;

Sonnet XXIX: When Conquering Love

© Michael Drayton

To the SensesWhen conquering Love did first my Heart assail,
Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense,
Doubting, if that proud tyrant should prevail,
My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes' offence;

Sonnet XIII: Letters and Lines

© Michael Drayton

To the ShadowLetters and lines we see are soon defac'd,
Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust,
The diamond shall once consume to dust,
And freshest colors with foul stains disgrac'd;

La Puerta

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Por esa puerta huyo, diciendo: "¡Nunca!"
Por esa puerta ha de volver un día…
Al cerrar esa puerta, dejo trunca
la hebra de oro de la esperanza mía.
Por esa puerta ha de volver un día.

Sonnet XXII: Love, Banish'd Heav'n

© Michael Drayton

Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn,
Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary,
And wanting friends, though of a Goddess born,
Yet crav'd the alms of such as passed by.

Look Not Too Deep

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Look not too deep in my heart,
My beloved; nay, lean not too near
From the shores of thy peace, lest thou start
From the midst of thy sweet thoughts to hear

Sonnet LIX: As Love and I

As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain:
"In Love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again;

Northward

THESE palms weave shadows of delight,
But the truant heart flies forth
To birch-boles glistening more than white
In the forests of the North.

Sonnet III: Taking My Pen

Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe,
Duly to count the sum of all my cares,
I find my griefs innumerable grow,
The reckonings rise to millions of despairs;

"Veruca Salt..."

© Roald Dahl

"Veruca Salt, the little brute,
Has just gone down the garbage chute,
(And as we very rightly thought
That in a case like this we ought

Sonnet XXXVII: Dear, Why Should You

Dear, why should you command me to my rest
When now the night doth summon all to sleep?
Methinks this time becometh lovers best;
Night was ordain'd, together friends to keep;