William Shakespeare
Related WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I like to open for a band as it brings on sort of a challenge and it makes things more interesting. ... KELLY JONES GEORGE R.R. MARTIN OMAR KHAYYáM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE JOHN MILTON She would search for him. EDITH PATTOU CHRISTINA ROSSETTI VERA NAZARIAN COCO J. GINGER JACK KORNFIELD WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The Moon PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY JOHN KEATS ANONYMOUS A.A. MILNE 'Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,CASSANDRA CLARE RALPH WALDO EMERSON MATTHEW ARNOLD ALISON CROGGON Sonnet 130 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DANTE ALIGHIERI my motherSANOBER KHAN WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PATTI SMITH J.R.R. TOLKIEN SYLVIA PLATH I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.ALBERTO CAEIRO ALLY CONDIE MUNIA KHAN SHEL SILVERSTEIN LANG LEAV MAGGIE STIEFVATER RUPI KAUR THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Lo, thou, my Love, art fair;WILLIAM BALDWIN WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HARTLEY COLERIDGE She burns like the sunMELODY LEE There are queer things, evil things, out yonder, and there are bones of white men bleaching in the s... FREDERICK MERRICK WHITE ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Sick of body, unable to rise up, vehemently intoxicated without wine . . .AL-MUTANABBī NIKKI ROWE LAINI TAYLOR VERA NAZARIAN JOHN CONNOLLY he turns to the sunlight,ASHISH BHARDWAJ LISA KLEYPAS Is it a world in the makingPAUL DERMéE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,SARAH J. MAAS SARAH J. MAAS HOLLY BLACK SUZY KASSEM ARTHUR RIMBAUD You are guardedPAVANA पवन The night has a thousand eyes,FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON Little Maiden Encounters FearMUSE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Sun shines on my back as I walk awayBRENT M. JONES In the morning when I wakeTHE PAPER KITES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE JOHN DONNE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AUDRE LORDE Soeur Marie Emelie"CARYLL HOUSELANDER J.R.R. TOLKIEN CHARLES BUKOWSKI Oh, what is brighter than the light?CASSANDRA CLARE SYLVIA PLATH ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRIEDRICH SCHILLER BRIAN JACQUES Tonight I Can Write PABLO NERUDA Light is sweet,KING SOLOMON SON OF DAVID She wasn’t broken.JACQUELINE SIMON GUNN Heavy is the head that wears the crownCHARMAINE J. FORDE J.R.R. TOLKIEN EMILY DICKINSON SANHITA BARUAH WISłAWA SZYMBORSKA IRVING BERLIN PABLO NERUDA Beauty is but a flower,THOMAS NASH OVID VERONICA ROTH CASSANDRA CLARE JALALUDDIN MEVLANA RUMI Esmenda Jenkins Dube the first was all about fair THYLIAS MOSS PABLO NERUDA oh. BARBARA BLATNER Love is the most mysterious force in the universe.KION AHADI MATT HAIG The sea loved the moonSAIBER ANONYMOUS
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But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fai... 
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou ... 
The Bear and the Maiden Fair
How sad, a heart that
With thee conversing I forget all time,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY
MY MOON
If grief or anger arises,
The Moon
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
I saw the tears of the oppressed—
Daffodowndilly
'Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,
O friend, my bosom said,
The sea is calm tonight.
Speak to me, fair maid!
It was the hour of morning,
Edie Sedgwick (1943-1971)
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
I am terrified by this dark thing
What are the gifts given to we who live Below?"
Moon is a superstar to a neon light
There is a place where the sidewalk ends, 
The Wanderer
The sun shines through the window
you left 
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
What light through yonder window breaks? 
She is not fair to outward view
This is the way of it, sad earth over,
She was like the sun, 
Once upon a time, before chimaera and seraphim, there was the sun and the moons. The sun was betroth... 
But don't they say that all is fair in love and war? I heard that somewhere."
I've missed you, Sebastian."
There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,
Kaye: You know what the sun looks like?
HEARTWORK
Eternity is the sun 
Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there;
I am
Bilbo’s Last Song
and when love came to us twice 
Elm
People are like stained-glass windows. 
There are three lessons I would write-
When the sun sets like fire,
Tonight I Can Write
She died--this was the way she died;
Those were the three words seldom asked to her.
The buzzard has nothing to fault himself with.
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
She made up prayers and said them,
What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still
Charlotte, Will’s being
At night, I open the window
Advice for a human.
By the sun and its brightness 