famous first lines of poetry BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  // tyger tyger, burning bright  //  i have done it again. //  do not go gentle into that good night.// the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  //  i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)  // two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  // i taught myself to live simply and wisely  //  it so happens i am sick of being a man  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my love is like a red, red rose  // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  // out of the night that covers me, //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history  // do not stand at my grave and weep  //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveller from an antique land  //  âtwas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul,  // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isnât hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flandersâ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty  //  life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou artâ //  thou still unravishâd bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach !  //  my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break  //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
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