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The Silent Lover i, by Sir Walter Raleigh
PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover
I never understood, by Timothy Faria
I never understood what happened that day,
I never understood what made you look my way.
I never understood just how it happened,
You and me together, Just did not seem to be machin',
I was the "stoner boy", also known as the "loner boy"
The Fugitives, by Florence Wilkinson
We are they that go, that go,
Plunging before the hidden blow.
We run the byways of the earth,
For we are fugitive from birth,
Blindfolded, with wide hands abroad
At Gibraltar, by George Edward Woodberry
I
England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
I feel within my blood old battles flow --
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found
Sonet, by Mark Alexander Boyd
FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.
Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,
A Hymn to the Virgin, by Anonymous
OF on that is so fayr and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crie to the, thou see to me,
Shadows, by Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton
THEY seem'd, to those who saw them meet,
The casual friends of every day;
Her smile was undisturb'd and sweet,
His courtesy was free and gay.
But yet if one the other's name
The Song of Tigilau, by Marcus Clarke
The song of Tigilau the brave,
Sina's wild lover,
Who across the heaving wave
From Samoa came over:
Came over, Sina, at the setting moon!
Lord of my Heart's Elation, by Bliss Carman
Lord of my heart's elation,
Spirit of things unseen,
Be thou my aspiration
Consuming and serene!
Bear up, bear out, bear onward,
My Grief on the Sea, from the Irish, by Douglas Hyde
MY grief on the sea,
How the waves of it roll!
For they heave between me
And the love of my soul!
Abandon'd, forsaken,
Song, by John Cutts, Lord Cutts
ONLY tell her that I love:
Leave the rest to her and Fate:
Some kind planet from above
May perhaps her pity move:
Lovers on their stars must wait.--
Untitled, by Chris Keeley
As the time will come the time will go as friends often do
The Moon has risen and the moon has fallen all too many times
A friend or foe I am not sure, as time has worn away
I miss the friend that once was there, but now has gone away
I hope and wish that I might speak of what I could not say
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