Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 (1609)
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 (1609)
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 (1609)
Hope is the thing with feathersEmily Dickinson (published 1891)
That perches in the soul,Emily Dickinson (published 1891)
And sings the tune without the words,Emily Dickinson (published 1891)
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,William Blake, "The Tyger" (1794)
In the forests of the night;William Blake, "The Tyger" (1794)
Whose woods these are I think I know.Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" (1923)
His house is in the village though;Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" (1923)