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William Shakespeare Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day s after sunset fadeth in the west! Which by and by black night doth take away, "eath's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, s the death#bed, whereon it must e$pire, %onsumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Robert Burns A Red, Red Rose & my 'uve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in (une) & my 'uve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. s fair art thou, my bonie lass, *o deep in luve am I! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, nd the rocks melt wi' the sun! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. nd fare#thee#weel, my only 'uve+ nd fare#thee#weel, a while+ nd I will come again, my 'uve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile+
John Donne Batter My Heart Batter my heart, three#person'd ,od, for you s yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend! That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend -our force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, 'abor to'admit you, but oh, to no end! .eason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. -et dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy! "ivorce me,'untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, /$cept you'enthrall me, never shall be free, 0or ever chaste, e$cept you ravish me.
Lan ston Hu hes A Dream De!erred What happens to a dream deferred1 "oes it dry up like a raisin in the sun1 &r fester like a sore## nd then run1 "oes it stink like rotten meat1 &r crust and sugar over## like a syrupy sweet1 2aybe it 3ust sags like a heavy load. &r does it e$plode1 "#ra $ound %n a Station o! the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd! petals on a wet, black bough. &he &'enty(&hird $salm The 'ord is my *hepherd! I shall not want. 4e maketh me to lie down in green pastures) he leadeth me beside the still waters. 4e restoreth my soul) he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for 4is name' sake. -ea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil) 5or thou art with me! Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies) thou annointest my head with oil! my cup runneth over. *urely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the 4ouse of the 'ord for ever.
"li#abeth Bishop &he )ish I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. 4e didn't fight. 4e hadn't fought at all. 4e hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. 4ere and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper) shapes like full#blown roses stained and lost through age. 4e was speckled and barnacles, fine rosettes of lime, and infested with tiny white sea#lice, and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down. While his gills were breathing in the terrible o$ygen ##the frightening gills, fresh and crisp with blood, that can cut so badly## I thought of the coarse white flesh packed in like feathers, the big bones and the little bones, the dramatic reds and blacks of his shiny entrails, and the pink swim#bladder like a big peony. I looked into his eyes which were far larger than mine but shallower, and yellowed, the irises backed and packed with tarnished tinfoil seen through the lenses of old scratched isinglass. They shifted a little, but not to return my stare. ##It was more like the tipping of an ob3ect toward the light. I admired his sullen face, the mechanism of his 3aw, and then I saw that from his lower lip ##if you could call it a lip grim, wet, and weaponlike, hung five old pieces of fish#line, or four and a wire leader with the swivel still attached, with all their five big hooks grown firmly in his mouth. green line, frayed at the end where he broke it, two heavier lines, and a fine black thread still crimped from the strain and snap when it broke and he got away. 'ike medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five#haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching 3aw. I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun#cracked thwarts, the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels##until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow+ nd I let the fish go. John *eats Bri ht Star Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art## 0ot in lone splendour hung aloft the night nd watching, with eternal lids apart, 'ike nature's patient, sleepless /remite, The moving waters at their priestlike task &f pure ablution round earth's human shores, &r ga6ing on the new soft#fallen mask &f snow upon the mountains and the moors## 0o##yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, 7illow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, wake for ever in a sweet unrest, *till, still to hear her tender#taken breath, nd so live ever##or else swoon to death.
Robert Burns A Red, Red Rose & my 'uve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in (une) & my 'uve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. s fair art thou, my bonie lass, *o deep in luve am I! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, nd the rocks melt wi' the sun! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. nd fare#thee#weel, my only 'uve+ nd fare#thee#weel, a while+ nd I will come again, my 'uve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile+
John Donne Batter My Heart Batter my heart, three#person'd ,od, for you s yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend! That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend -our force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, 'abor to'admit you, but oh, to no end! .eason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. -et dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy! "ivorce me,'untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, /$cept you'enthrall me, never shall be free, 0or ever chaste, e$cept you ravish me.
Lan ston Hu hes A Dream De!erred What happens to a dream deferred1 "oes it dry up like a raisin in the sun1 &r fester like a sore## nd then run1 "oes it stink like rotten meat1 &r crust and sugar over## like a syrupy sweet1 2aybe it 3ust sags like a heavy load. &r does it e$plode1 "#ra $ound %n a Station o! the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd! petals on a wet, black bough. &he &'enty(&hird $salm The 'ord is my *hepherd! I shall not want. 4e maketh me to lie down in green pastures) he leadeth me beside the still waters. 4e restoreth my soul) he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for 4is name' sake. -ea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil) 5or thou art with me! Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies) thou annointest my head with oil! my cup runneth over. *urely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the 4ouse of the 'ord for ever.
"li#abeth Bishop &he )ish I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. 4e didn't fight. 4e hadn't fought at all. 4e hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. 4ere and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper) shapes like full#blown roses stained and lost through age. 4e was speckled and barnacles, fine rosettes of lime, and infested with tiny white sea#lice, and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down. While his gills were breathing in the terrible o$ygen ##the frightening gills, fresh and crisp with blood, that can cut so badly## I thought of the coarse white flesh packed in like feathers, the big bones and the little bones, the dramatic reds and blacks of his shiny entrails, and the pink swim#bladder like a big peony. I looked into his eyes which were far larger than mine but shallower, and yellowed, the irises backed and packed with tarnished tinfoil seen through the lenses of old scratched isinglass. They shifted a little, but not to return my stare. ##It was more like the tipping of an ob3ect toward the light. I admired his sullen face, the mechanism of his 3aw, and then I saw that from his lower lip ##if you could call it a lip grim, wet, and weaponlike, hung five old pieces of fish#line, or four and a wire leader with the swivel still attached, with all their five big hooks grown firmly in his mouth. green line, frayed at the end where he broke it, two heavier lines, and a fine black thread still crimped from the strain and snap when it broke and he got away. 'ike medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five#haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching 3aw. I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun#cracked thwarts, the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels##until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow+ nd I let the fish go. John *eats Bri ht Star Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art## 0ot in lone splendour hung aloft the night nd watching, with eternal lids apart, 'ike nature's patient, sleepless /remite, The moving waters at their priestlike task &f pure ablution round earth's human shores, &r ga6ing on the new soft#fallen mask &f snow upon the mountains and the moors## 0o##yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, 7illow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, wake for ever in a sweet unrest, *till, still to hear her tender#taken breath, nd so live ever##or else swoon to death.
