Famous English Poems

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains.

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky