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[æ]

He clasps the crag with crooked hands
close to the sun in lonely lands
Ringed with the azure world, he stands
The Eagle Alfred Tennyson

(All I hold within my hand)
grains of the golden sand
Oh god, can I not grasp
them with a tighter clasp
A Dream within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe

ten thousand saw I at a glance
tossing their heads in the sprightly dance
Daffodils William Wordsworth

[aʊ]

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
A Dream within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe

[aʊə]

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
Little we see in Nature that is ours
The winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers
The world is too much with us William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
When all at once I saw a crowd
Daffodils William Wordsworth

[il]

that floats on high o’ver vales and hills
a host of golden daffodils
which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
Daffodils William Wordsworth

In every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

[i:]

beside the lake, beneath the trees
fluttering and dancing in the breeze
out-did the sparkling waves in glee
in such a jocund company
Daffodils William Wordsworth

It moves us not, great God, I’d rather be
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea
have sight of Proteus rising from the sea
The world is too much with us William Wordsworth

From childhood’s hour, I have not been
As others were, I have not seen
As others saw, I could not bring
my passions in a common spring
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream
All that we see or seem
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep, while I weep
A Dream within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe

[ai]

Continuous as the stars that shine
They stretched in never-ending line
For oft, when on my couch I lie
They flashed upon that inward eye
Daffodils William Wordsworth

From the lightening in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

[ei]

and twinkle on the milky way
along the margin of a bay
The waves beside them dance, but they
A poet could not but be gay
Daffodils William Wordsworth

Yet if hope has flown away
in a night or in a day
Oh god, can I not save
One from the pitiless wave
A Dream within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe

[ən]

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow, I could not awaken
From the torrent or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

[ɔ]

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt, he falls
The Eagle Alfred Tennyson

I gazed and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought
Daffodils William Wordsworth

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn
The world is too much with us William Wordsworth

From the thunder and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
I stand amid the soar
of a surf-tormented shore
A Dream within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe

[oʊ]

My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone
Then in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life, was drawn
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
Alone Edgar Allan Poe

[u]

In vacant or in pensive mood
Daffodils William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us, late and soon
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon
The world is too much with us William Wordsworth