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Spring Song of the Birds, by King James I
WORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May,
For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne,
And sing with us, Away, Winter, away!
Cum, Somer, cum, the suete sesoun and sonne!
Awake for schame! that have your hevynnis wonne,
Beautiful Stranger, by Dysanne Allister R. Cuaresma
As I struggled I didn't see
This beautiful stranger watching over me.
I have loved and had my heart broken;
And nobody dared break this door open.
I locked it up with pain and fear,
Blind, by Harry Kemp
The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;
I pitied him in his blindness;
The Sun rises bright in France, by Allan Cunningham
THE sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.
O, it 's nae my ain ruin
Song of the Lotos-Eaters, by Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson
THERE is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Uriel, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
IT fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Return!, by Sydney Dobell
RETURN, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
Return, return.
Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant, by Thomas Jordan
LET us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
The changeable world to our joy is unjust,
All treasure 's uncertain,
Then down with your dust!
The Trooper and the Maid, by Anonymous
Child Ballad 299
A trooper lad came here last night,
With riding he was weary,
A trooper lad came here last night,
When the moon shone bright and clearly.
Aurora, by William Alexander Earl of Stirling
O HAPPY Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap,
And valuest thy wealth, as I my want,
Then need'st thou not--which ah! I grieve to grant--
Repine at Jove, lull'd in his leman's lap:
That golden shower in which he did repose--
Exordium, by George Cabot Lodge
Speak! said my soul, be stern and adequate;
The sunset falls from Heaven, the year is late,
Love waits with fallen tresses at thy gate
And mourns for perished days.
Speak! in the rigor of thy fate and mine,
Vanilla Damnation, by Zachary Bosch
Stanger, We've met before
At least a hundred times
In the produce aisle of my head.
I know you.
You smell of vanilla,
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