Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Lover? (by: Sir John Suckling (1609 - 1641)) Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? continue reading
Wind And Window Flower (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. continue reading
Wish, A (by: Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)) If as I die I love, pray let me die... continue reading
Written In Northampton Assylum (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost. I am the self-consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd continue reading
Years (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Years, many parti-colour'd years, Some have crept on, and some have flown continue reading
