Poets
- William Shakespeare
- Emily Dickinson
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
- Thomas Gray
- Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Robbie Burns
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- William Wordsworth
- John Keats
- Bishop Brent
- Henry Scott Holland
- Khalil Gibran
- Robert Herrick
- George Herbert
- Anonymous
- Ben Jonson
- David Harkins
- Joyce Grenfell
- William Allingham
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Sir Walter Raleigh
- John Donne
- William Henry Davies
- William Oldys
- Robert Browning
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Anne Bradstreet
- William Johnson Cory
- Lord Byron
- Rupert Brooke
- Emily Bronte
- Clare Harner
The Old Stoic
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Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
The Lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn –
And if I pray – the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is – ‘Leave the heart that now I bear
And give me liberty.’
Yes, as my swift days near their goal
'Tis all that I implore –
In life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure!
Emily Bronte
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