No coward soul is mine

No coward soul is mine 
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere 
I see Heaven's glories shine 
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

0 God within my breast 
Almighty ever-present Deity 
Life, that in me hast rest 
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds 
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain, 
Worthless as withered weeds 
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one 
Holding so fast by thy infinity 
So surely anchored on 
The steadfast rock of Immortality

With wide-embracing love 
Thy spirit animates eternal years 
Pervades and broods above, 
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though Earth and moon were gone 
And suns and universes ceased to be 
And thou wert left alone 
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death 
Nor atom that his might could render void 
Since thou art Being and Breath 
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

 By: Emily Bronte

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there 
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to ways
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference.

By: Robert frost




Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines, 
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
When eternal lines to time thou growest: 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee