Ancient History, by Siegfried Sassoon
> Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain, Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees; Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy knees, He moaned and mumbled »
The Lime-Tree Bower My Prison, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
> Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have been »
Man In Black, by Sylvia Plath
> Where the three magenta Breakwaters take the shove And suck of the grey sea > To the left, and the wave Unfists against the dun »
I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
> I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, »
XIX. Whoever Loves, if He Do Not Propose, by John Donne
> WHOEVER loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to »