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Jock O'Hazeldean, by Walter Scott



Child Ballad 293

Why weep ye by the tide, lady
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride

Complete Poem


Sorrowful Slumber, by Melyssa A. Harmon



Full moon bright shines down to light
My tired shoulders, another night
Of endless toss and constant turn
In dreams my sorrowful heart does burn.

Need, like fury, deep it creeps

Complete Poem


Something, by Francis William Lauderdale Adams



It is something in this darker dream demented
to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain:
it is something to have sinned, and have repented:
it is something to have failed, and tried again!

It is something to have loved the brightest Beauty

Complete Poem


Willie and Helen, by Hew Ainslie



'WHAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love,
Unless it be to pain us?
Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love
Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?'

'It 's no because my love is light,

Complete Poem


On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney, by Henry Constable



GIVE pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries,
If they, importune, interrupt thy song,
Which now with joyful notes thou sing'st among
The angel-quiristers of th' heavenly skies.
Give pardon eke, sweet soul, to my slow eyes,

Complete Poem


I am in Love with High Far-Seeing Places, by Arthur Davison Ficke



I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm, --
In love with hours when from the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.
You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture

Complete Poem


Spring, by John Gould Fletcher



At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise."
At the second hour, it was as if one said, "Go forth."
And the winter constellations that are like patient ox-eyes
Sank below the white horizon at the north.

At the third hour, it was as if one said, "I thirst";

Complete Poem


The Bride, by Henry Alford



'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'
She heard the call and rose with willing feet;
But thinking it not otherwise than meet
For such a bidding to put on her best,
She is gone from us for a few short hours

Complete Poem


Cards and Kisses, by John Lyly



CUPID and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses--Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws

Complete Poem


Why, by Bliss Carman



FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;

For her who hears

Complete Poem


When I am dead and Sister to the Dust, by Elsa Barker



When I am dead and sister to the dust;
When no more avidly I drink the wine
Of human love; when the pale Proserpine
Has covered me with poppies, and cold rust
Has cut my lyre-strings, and the sun has thrust

Complete Poem


Graffiti, by Junior Burchall



nobody listens
to
us
so we scrawl
our troubled

Complete Poem

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