1: Come live with me and be my love:\
    2: And we will all the pleasures prove:\
    3: {The }Passionate Shepherd{ to his Love}:\
    4: {Christopher }Marlowe
    5: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day{?}:\
    6: Thou art more lovely and more temperate:\
    7: Sonnet 18:\
    8: {William }Shakespeare
    9: Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new!:\
   10: Good pennyworths{! }but money cannot move:\
   11: Fine Knacks{ for Ladies}:\
   12: {John }Dowland
   13: My mind to me a kingdom is:\
   14: Such perfect joy therein I find:\
   15: My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is:\
   16: {Sir }{Edward }Dyer
   17: Underneath this stone doth lie:\
   18: As much beauty as could die:\
   19: Epitaph on Elizabeth{,} {L. H.}:\
   20: {Ben }Jonson
   21: Death be not proud, though some have called thee:\
   22: Mighty and dreadful{,} for thou art not so:\
   23: {Holy }Sonnet{s}{ 10}:\
   24: {John }Donne
   25: Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:\
   26: Old Time is still a-flying:\
   27: To the Virgins{,} {To Make Much of Time}:\
   28: {Robert }Herrick
   29: Why so pale and wan, fond lover?:\
   30: Prithee{,} why so pale{?}:\
   31: Song:\
   32: {Sir }{John }Suckling
   33: Stone walls do not a prison make:\
   34: Nor iron bars a cage:\
   35: To Althea{,} From Prison:\
   36: {Richard }Lovelace
   37: I could not love thee (Dear) so much,:\
   38: Lov['|e]d I not hono{u}r more:\
   39: To Lucasta{, Going to the Wars}:\
   40: {Richard }Lovelace
   41: I saw Eternity the other night:\
   42: Like a great ring of pure and endless light:\
   43: {The }World:\
   44: {Henry }Vaughan
   45: Come and trip it as you go,:\
   46: On the light fantastic toe:\
   47: L'Allegro:\
   48: {John }Milton
   49: When I consider how my light is spent:\
   50: Ere half my days in this dark world and wide:\
   51: On His Blindness|When I Consider:\
   52: {John }Milton
   53: The grave's a fine and private place{,}:\
   54: But none{,} I think{,} do there embrace{.}:\
   55: To His Coy Mistress:\
   56: {Andrew }Marvel
   57: Great wits are sure to madness near allied:\
   58: And thin partitions do their bounds divide:\
   59: Absalom and Achitophel|Absalom:\
   60: {John }Dryden
   61: A little learning is a dangerous thing{;}:\
   62: Drink deep{,} or taste not the Pierian spring{.}:\
   63: {An }Essay on Criticism|{On }Criticism:\
   64: {Alexander }Pope
   65: The curfew tolls the knell of parting day{,}:\
   66: The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea:\
   67: Elegy{ Written in a Country Church{-| }Yard:\
   68: {Thomas }Gray
   69: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley{,}:\
   70: An{'|d} lea{'|v}e us nought but grief an{'|d} pain for promised joy{.}:\
   71: To a Mouse:\
   72: {Robert }Burns
   73: Tiger! tiger! burning bright!:\
   74: In the forests of the night:\
   75: {The }Tiger:\
   76: {William }Blake
   77: My heart leaps up when I behold:\
   78: A rainbow in the sky:\
   79: My Heart Leaps Up:\
   80: {William }Wordsworth
   81: The world is too much with us; late and soon{,}:\
   82: Getting and spending{,} we lay waste our powers:\
   83: {The }World is Too Much With Us|Sonnet:\
   84: {William }Wordsworth
   85: A sadder and a wiser man{,}:\
   86: He rose the morrow morn:\
   87: {The }{Rime of }{The }Ancient Mariner:\
   88: {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge
   89: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan:\
   90: A stately pleasure{-| }dome decree:\
   91: Kubla Khan:\
   92: {Samuel }{Taylor }Coleridge
   93: She walks in beauty, like the night:\
   94: Of cloudless climes and starry skies:\
   95: She Walks in Beauty:\
   96: {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron
   97: I want a hero- an uncommon want{,}:\
   98: When every year and month sends forth a new one:\
   99: Don Juan{ Canto I}:\
  100: {George Gordon, }{Lord }Byron
  101: A thing of beauty is a joy forever.:\
  102: Its loveliness increases{;|.} {it will never/Pass into nothingness}:\
  103: Endymion{ Book I}:\
  104: {John }Keats
  105: Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole:\
  106: Unequal laws unto a savage race:\
  107: Ulysses:\
  108: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
  109: He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force{,}:\
  110: Something better than his dog{,} a little dearer than his horse:\
  111: Locksley Hall:\
  112: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
  113: 'Tis better to have loved and lost:\
  114: Than never to have loved at all:\
  115: {In }Memoriam{ A. H. H.}:\
  116: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
  117: Kind hearts are more than coronets,:\
  118: And simple faith than Norman blood{.}:\
  119: Lady Clara Vere de Vere:\
  120: {Alfred{,} }{Lord }Tennyson
  121: Oh, to be in England:\
  122: Now that April's there:\
  123: Home{-| }Thoughts{,} From Abroad:\
  124: {Robert }Browning
  125: Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp{,}:\
  126: Or what's a heaven for{?}:\
  127: Andrea Del Sarto:\
  128: {Robert }Browning
  129: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.:\
  130: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height:\
  131: Sonnet{s} {From the Portuguese}{ 43}:\
  132: {Elizabeth }{Barrett }Browning
  133: A Book of Verses underneath the Bough{,}:\
  134: A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread{-|,| }and Thou:\
  135: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 12}:\
  136: {Edward }Fitzgerald
  137: The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,:\
  138: Moves on{\:|,|.} nor all your Piety nor Wit:\
  139: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 71}:\
  140: {Edward }Fitzgerald
  141: Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire:\
  142: To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire:\
  143: {The }Rubaiyat{ of Omar Khayyam}{ 99}:\
  144: {Edward }Fitzgerald
  145: Remember me when I am gone away,:\
  146: Gone far away into the silent land:\
  147: Remember:\
  148: {Christina }Rossetti
  149: Home is the sailor, home from the sea,:\
  150: And the hunter home from the hill:\
  151: Requiem:\
  152: {Robert }{Louis }Stevenson
  153: I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;:\
  154: I fled Him, down the arches of the years:\
  155: {The }Hound of Heaven:\
  156: {Francis }Thompson
  157: So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;:\
  158: You're a {pore|poor} benighted {'|h}eathen but a first class fightin{'|g} man:\
  159: Fuzzy{-| }Wuzzy:\
  160: {Rudyard }Kipling
  161: Morns abed and daylight slumber:\
  162: Were not meant for man alive:\
  163: Reveille:\
  164: {A{.}{ }E{.}{ }}Houseman
  165: I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,:\
  166: And a small cabin build there{,} of clay and wattles made:\
  167: {The }{Lake Isle of }Innisfree:\
  168: {William }{Butler }Yeats
  169: I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,:\
  170: And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by:\
  171: Sea{-| }Fever:\
  172: {John }Masefield
  173: April is the cruelest month, breeding:\
  174: Lilacs out of the dead land:\
  175: {The }Waste{ }Land:\
  176: {T{.}{ }S{.}{ }}Eliot
  177: Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs:\
  178: About the little house and happy as the grass was green:\
  179: Fern Hill:\
  180: {Dylan }Thomas
  181: Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit:\
  182: Of that forbidden tree{,} whose mortal taste:\
  183: Paradise Lost:\
  184: {John }Milton