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Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
"Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby"
© Eugene Field
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
I heard a moder to her dearie singing
"Lollyby, lolly, lollyby."
And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,
And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping,
To "lolly, lolly, lollyby."
Consider
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:
We are as they;
Like them we fade away,
As doth a leaf.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - September
© George MacDonald
1.
WE are a shadow and a shining, we!
Face Lift
© Sylvia Plath
You bring me good news from the clinic,
Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white
In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God : A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds
© Richard Crashaw
COME, we shepherds whose blest sight
Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ;
Come lift up our loftier song,
And wake the sun that lies too long.
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Basing
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He purchased a steed,
Which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
The Tower
© Robert Nichols
Thus Jesus discoursed, and was silent, sitting upright, and soon
Past the casement behind him slanted the sinking moon;
And, rising for Olivet, all stared, between love and dread,
Seeing the torrid moon a ruddy halo behind his head.
The Farmers Woldest Dter
© William Barnes
No, no! I ben't a-runnèn down
The pretty maïden's o' the town,
Hymn XXI. Come let's adore the King of love
© John Austin
Come let's adore the King of love,
And King of sufferings too:
Darkness
© George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Don Cupid
© Virna Sheard
Oh! little pink and white god of love,
With your tender smiling mouth,
And eyes as blue as the blue above,
Afar in the sunny south.
The Contest
© Lesbia Harford
Our palm designed to grow
In deserts, sent roots seeking far and wide
Channels where waters flow.
And in the city found
Counting-Out Rhyme
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze
Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees.
