1.“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost.
Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
1. The Poor Ghost by Christina Rossetti
‘Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?"
"From the other world I come back to you,
My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew.
You know the old, whilst I know the new:
But tomorrow you shall know this too."
"Oh not tomorrow into the dark, I pray;
Oh not tomorrow, too soon to go away:
Here I feel warm and well-content and gay:
Give me another year, another day."
"Am I so changed in a day and a night
That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,
Is fain to turn away to left or right
And cover up his eyes from the sight?"
"Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Thro' sickness I was ready to tend:
But death mars all, which we cannot mend.
"Indeed I loved you; I love you yet
If you will stay where your bed is set,
Where I have planted a violet
Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet."
"Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt 1 will leave you alone
And not wake you rattling bone with bone.
"I go home alone to my bed,
Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head,
Roofed in with a load of lead,
Warm enough for the forgotten dead.
"But why did your tears soak thro' the clay,
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day."
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4.A Love Song
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find nectar
Whenever we're apart.
You're a flower in bloom.
In the dark, in the gloom,
It's you who brightens my day.
How many ways do I need you?
Every day, every way, come what may.
I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place;
You’re it; I have no choice.
I’m so blessed I found you as my priceless prize
You’re a treasure in every way.
I searched with the rest and discovered the best
Finding you was my luckiest day.
……..
I'm happy you chose me from all of the rest,
And I'm proud 'cause I know that I got the best.
When I think of you, you fill my mind;
There’s no more thinking room I find.
I've learned so much from you
About loving, sharing, giving;
I know if I hadn't met you,
I wouldn't be really living.
No one loves me like you do;
You fill my every need,
And that is why, my darling,
I’ll follow wherever you lead.
darkness soon curtailed, curtained, his vision.
was it a dutiful hand or a cruel
master who gave glimpse of that golden wing?
did he live by it, or die by it?

4.Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou Then they swarm around me,  Now you understand 
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  A hive of honey bees.  Just why my head's not bowed. 
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size  I say,  I don't shout or jump about 
But when I start to tell them,  It's the fire in my eyes,  Or have to talk real loud. 
They think I'm telling lies.  And the flash of my teeth,  When you see me passing 
I say,  The swing in my waist,  It ought to make you proud. 
It's in the reach of my arms  And the joy in my feet.  I say, 
The span of my hips,  What they see in me.  It's in the click of my heels, 
The stride of my step,  They try so much  The bend of my hair, 
The curl of my lips.  But they can't touch  the palm of my hand, 
I walk into a room  My inner mystery The need of my care, 
Just as cool as you please,  It's in the arch of my back,  'Cause I'm a
And to a man,  The sun of my smile,  woman Phenomenally. 
The fellows stand or  The ride of my breasts,  Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Fall down on their knees.  The grace of my style. 
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2. Storm At Sea by Amar Qamar Staring ahead into the dead of night. 
Rocking and rolling as they try to stand... 
Crasing waves... Smasing seas...  Hoping against hope that they soon reach land. 
Bringing sailors to their knees.  ..
As they struggle to save their lives,  Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. 
Hoping and praying help arrives.  Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. 
.. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath,
The stormy seas as dark as coal,  Weary sailors above resist with gritted teeth. 
Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal. 
Battered and bruised, but still they fight...