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| My Favorite Poets and Poems |
| Take, O Take Those Lips Away Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain. - William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 |
| Resources: Immortal Poems of the English Language An Anthology Edited by Oscar Williams |
| Oh Yet We Trust Oh yet we trust taht somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is clove in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all And every winter change to sprin. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant cyring for the light: And with no language but a cry. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892 |
| These two poems are my favorite. |