They Flee From Me The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Related Poem Content Details Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

BY SIR THOMAS WYATT And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
They flee from me that sometime did me seek And looked down one as far as I could
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, And having perhaps the better claim,
That now are wild and do not remember Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
That sometime they put themself in danger Though as for that the passing there
To take bread at my hand; and now they Had worn them really about the same,
range, And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Busily seeking with a continual change. Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise I doubted if I should ever come back.
Twenty times better; but once in special, I shall be telling this with a sigh
In thin array after a pleasant guise, Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
When her loose gown from her shoulders did I took the one less traveled by,
fall, And that has made all the difference.
And she me caught in her arms long and
small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
And softly said, Dear heart, how like you
one thing.
this?
You know how this is:
It was no dream: I lay broad waking. if I look
But all is turned thorough my gentleness at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
if I touch
And I have leave to go of her goodness, near the fire
And she also, to use newfangleness. the impalpable ash
But since that I so kindly am served or the wrinkled body of the log,
I would fain know what she hath deserved. everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou
of the heart where I have roots, We, unaccustomed to courage
remember exiles from delight
that on that day, live coiled in shells of loneliness
at that hour, until love leaves its high holy temple
I shall lift my arms and comes into our sight
and my roots will set off to liberate us into life.
to seek another land.
Love arrives
But and in its train come ecstasies
if each day, old memories of pleasure
each hour, ancient histories of pain.
you feel that you are destined for me Yet if we are bold,
with implacable sweetness, love strikes away the chains of fear
if each day a flower from our souls.
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own, We are weaned from our timidity
in me all that fire is repeated, In the flush of love's light
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, we dare be brave
my love feeds on your love, beloved, And suddenly we see
and as long as you live it will be in your arms that love costs all we are
without leaving mine and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar
Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! O Captain! My Captain! by Walt
And, in parting from you now, Whitman
Thus much let me avow-- 1
You are not wrong, who deem O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is
That my days have been a dream; done;
Yet if hope has flown away The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we
In a night, or in a day, sought is won;
In a vision, or in none, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all
Is it therefore the less gone? exulting,
All that we see or seem While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel
Is but a dream within a dream. grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
I stand amid the roar O the bleeding drops of red,
Of a surf-tormented shore, Where on the deck my Captain lies,
And I hold within my hand Fallen cold and dead.
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep 2
Through my fingers to the deep, O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the
While I weep--while I weep! bells;
O God! can I not grasp Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle
Them with a tighter clasp? trills;
O God! can I not save For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you
One from the pitiless wave? the shores a-crowding;
Is all that we see or seem For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager
But a dream within a dream? faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale
and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage
closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with
object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.