CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM TWENTYTH
BY ROBERT FROST
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOW EVENING
WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE I THINK I KNOW
HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE THOUGH
HE WILL NOT SEE ME STOPPING HERE
TO WATCH HIS WOODS FILL UP WITH SNOW
MY LITTLE HOURSE MUST THINK IT QUEER
TO STOP WITHOUT A FARM HOUSE NEAR
BETWEEN THE HOUSE AND FROZEN LAKE
THE DARKEST EVENING OF THE YEAR
HE GIVES HIS HARNESS BELLS A SHAKE
TO ASK IF THERE IS SOME MISTAKE
THE ONLY OTHER SOUNDS THE SWEEP
OF EASY WIND AND DOWNY FLAKE
THE WOODS ARE LOVELY
DARK AND DEEP
BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
THE MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM TWENTYTH
IF YOU WERE A TEAR DROP IN MY EYE
IF YOU WERE A TEAR DROP IN MY EYE
FOR FEARS OF LOSING YOU
I WOULD NEVER CRY
AND IF THE GOLDEN SUN
SHOULD CEASE TO SHAINE ITS LIGHT
JUST ONE SMILE FROM YOU
JUST ONE SMILE FROM YOU WOULD MAKE ME
WHOLE WORLD BRIGHT

elegy
thomas gray
the curfew tolls the knell of the parting day
the lowing herd wind slowly o er the lea
the plowman homeward plods his weary way
and leaves the world to darkness and to me
now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight
and all the air a solemn stillness holds
save where the beetle wheels his droning flight
and drowsy tingklings lull the distant folds
save that from yonder ivy mantled tow r
the moping owl does to the moon complain
of such
as wand ring near her secret bow r
molest her ancient solitary reign

had I the choice
walt whitman
had i the choice to tally greatest bards
to limn their portrails
stately
beautiful
and emulate at will
homer with all his wars and warriors
hector
achilles
ajex
or shakesperes woeentangled hamlet
lear
othello
tennyson
s
fair ladies
metre or wit the best
or choice to conceit to wield in perfect rhyme
delight of singers
these
these
o sea
all these i would gladly barter
would you the undulation of one wave
its trick to me transfer
or breathe one breath of your upon my verse
and leave its odor there