Владимир Маяковский ?А вы могли бы??Я сразу смазал карту будня,плеснувши краску из стакана;я показал на блюде студнякосые скулы океана.На чешуе жестяной рыбыпрочел я зовы новых губ.А выноктюрн сыгратьмогли бына...

Александр Блок***Ночь, улица, фонарь, аптека,Бессмысленный и тусклый свет.Живи ещё хоть четверть века —Всё будет так. Исхода нет.Умрёшь — начнёшь опять сначалаИ повторится всё, как встарь:Ночь, ледяная рябь кана...

Emily Bronte ?Encouragement?I do not weep; I would not weep;Our mother needs no tears:Dry thine eyes, too; ’tis vain to keepThis causeless grief for years.What though her brow be changed and cold,Her sweet eyes closed for e...

John Milton ?On his blindness?When I consider how my light is spentEre half my days in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker,...

William Blake ?A Poison Tree?I was angry with my friend;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I waterd it in fears,Night & morning with my tears:And I sunned it w...

Ralph Emerson ?Brahma?If the red slayer think he slays,Or if the slain think he is slain,They know not well the subtle waysI keep, and pass, and turn again.Far or forgot to me is near;Shadow and sunlight are the same;Th...

William Shakespeare ?Sonnet 29?When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more r...

William Wordsworth ?A Complaint? There is a change – and I am poor;Your love hath been, nor long ago,A fountain at my fond heart's door,Whose only business was to flow;And flow it did; not taking heedOf its own bounty, or my ne...

William Shakespeare ?Sonnet 100?Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return,...

***I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as th...