Index of first lines
Last updated: 08.05.2002
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D
E
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I
J
K
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M
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P
Q
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T
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A
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
B
Because I could not stop for Death
Bizarre déité, brune comme les nuits
C
Could man be drunk forever
Creep into thy narrow bed
D
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
E
Even now, if I see my soul the citron-breasted fair one
F
Fevered lovers and austere thinkers
Folly, error, sin and parsimony
H
Had we but world enough, and time
He lived among th'untrodden ways
How many schemes may die
I
I am like the king of a rainy country
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
I could not dig, I dared not rob,
I have lost, and lately, these
I met a traveller from an antique land
I went to the Garden of Love
I'm nobody! Who are you?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
It little profits that an idle king
J
Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux
Jenny kissed me when we met
L
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Le Démon dans ma chambre haute
Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Let not young minds be smothered out before
Light flows our war of mocking words and yet
M
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn
O
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
Or poserai per sempre
Out upon it! I have lov'd
P
Pain has an element of blank
Q
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
S
So, we'll go no more a roving
Still to be neat, still to be dressed
Strange deity, brown as the nights
T
That which her slender waist confin'd
The Devil, in my lofty room
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
The world is too much with us; late and soon
They went forth to battle, but they always fell
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
W
We outgrow love like other things
When my grave is broke up again
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Who has not found the heaven below
Why so pale and wan fond lover