By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in...

By Edwin Arlington Robinson Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole...

By John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in...

By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city...

By Walt Whitman I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs...

By Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile;...

By Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from...

By Christopher Sedgwick It’s time to take my demons for a walk I’ve upset my man Silliness took my hand No longer time or opportunity to...

By Christopher Sedgwick Blood. She came for blood To cause a flood Some Crimson lake Something to seep beneath the mud To insert that...