By Robert Burns — 1786
When biting Boreas, fell and doure, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south...
By Walt Whitman — 1860
To get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner—I must stand and see the show.
By Victor Hugo — 1820
Envy and Avarice, one summer day, Sauntering abroad In quest of the abode Of some poor wretch or fool
By John Milton — 1673
ERE-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth
By Edgar Allan Poe — 1845
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...
By T.S. Eliot — 1922
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire...