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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book...
W.B. Yeats
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both...
Robert Frost
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate...
William Shakespeare
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul...
Emily Dickinson
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary...
Edgar Allan Poe
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills...
William Wordsworth
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day...
Dylan Thomas