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"Dost thou know who made thee?"
The Lamb - William Blake
"Softest clothing, wolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice."
The Lamb - William Blake
"What immortal hand or eye could frame they fearful symmetry?"
The Tyger - William Blake
"Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
The Tyger - William Blake
"O my luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune."
A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns
"And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!"
A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns
"As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!"
Kubla Khan - Samuel Coleridge
"A dasel with a dulcimer."
Kubla Khan - Samuel Coleridge
"For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise."
Kubla Khan - Samuel Coleridge
"Water, water, everywhere
And all the boards did shrnik;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink."
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Samuel Coleridge
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless cimes and starry skies;
And al that's best of dark and brght
eet in her aspect and her eyes."
She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron
"And on that cheech, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet so eloquent
The smiles that win the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent."
She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron
"Poet of Nature, thou has wept to know
That things depart which never may return."
To Wordsworth - Percy Shelley
"An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king!"
England in 1819 - Percy Shelley
"Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!"
Ode to the West Wing - Percy Shelley