A Poet to His Beloved (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
A Poet to His Beloved By William Butler Yeats I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion h…
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When I Think on the Happy Days (Poem by Robert Burns)
When I Think on the Happy Days (1) By Robert Burns When I think on the happy days I spent wi’ you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How…
Starting from Paumanok (Poem by Walter Whitman)
Starting from Paumanok (1) By Walter Whitman Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother, Afte…