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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge  ( 21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834) : Frost at Midnight  (1798) Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

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John Milton

John Milton  (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674) : “On his Deceased Wife” (1658) METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove’s great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from Death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear as in no face with more delight. But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe  ( January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) :

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616): Sonnet 18 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. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Shakespeare was born and raised in  Stratford-upon-Avon ,  Warwickshire .  26 April 1564. He was the son of  John Shakespeare , an  alderman  and a successful glover (glove-maker) originally from  Snitterfield , and  Mary Arden , the daughter of an affluent landowning farmer. ...