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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -By Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul

Crossing the Bar -By Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be

On the Grasshopper and Cricket                              

The Road Not Taken -By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel

Ode to the West Wind                   -By Percy Bysshe Shelley I O

Ode on a Grecian Urn         -By John Keats Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child

To Daffodils By Robert Herrick Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun

A Red, Red Rose             -By Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)                           -By, William Shakespeare, 1566-1616 Shall I compare thee to