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Ceremonies For Christmas
© Robert Herrick
Come, bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart's desiring.
The Woodland Hallo
© Robert Bloomfield
In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,
I am mistress, no mother have I;
Twenty Days
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Twenty days are barely gone,
I was merry all the day.
Folly was my butt of scorn.
Now the fool myself I play.
A Night At Dago Tom's
© John Masefield
Oh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street,
I met with Bill. - "Hullo," he says, "let's give the girls a treat."
We'd red bandanas round our necks 'n' our shrouds new rattled down,
So we filled a couple of Santy Cruz and cleared for Sailor Town.
Sonnet 71: Who Will in Fairest Book
© Sir Philip Sidney
Who will in fairest book of nature know
How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,
Ballade adresse a Geoffrey Chaucer
© Eustache Deschamps
O Socratès plains de philosophie,
Seneque en meurs, Auglius en pratique,
Ovides grans en ta poëtrie,
Briés en parler, saiges en rethorique . . .
Grant translateur, noble Geoffrey Chaucier.
Shakespeare
© Henry Ames Blood
There, too, that Spanish galleon of a hulk,
Ben Jonson, lying at full length,
Should so dispose his goodly bulk
That he might lie at ease upon his back,
To test the tone and strength
Of Bonifaces sherris-sack.
Three Friends Of Mine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I remember them, those friends of mine,
Who are no longer here, the noble three,
The Fairy Of The Fountains
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And a youthful warrior stands
Gazing not upon those bands,
Not upon the lovely scene,
But upon its lovelier queen,
Who with gentle word and smile
Courteous prays his stay awhile.
Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight
© Sir Philip Sidney
Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by
So near, in so good time, so free a place?
Dead glass, dost thou thy object so embrace,
As what my heart still sees thou canst not spy?
Envy
© Adelaide Anne Procter
He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
We ran; my feet were all beeding,
But he won the race.
With A Seashell
© James Russell Lowell
Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold,
Might with Dian's ear make bold,
Meditation Before Sacrament
© Thomas Parnell
Arise my soul & hast away
Thy god doth call & canst thou stay
The Surgeon's Warning
© Robert Southey
The Doctor whispered to the Nurse
And the Surgeon knew what he said,
And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale
And trembled in his sick bed.
Father Of A Boy Named Sue
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay
And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought
It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view
And as I get more older and more fatherly
I begin to look at things from an old man's point of view
So I decided to give the old man equal time okay here we go)
The Shadow And The Light
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The fourteen centuries fall away
Between us and the Afric saint,
And at his side we urge, to-day,
The immemorial quest and old complaint.
Come, Sinners, to the Gospel Feast
© Charles Wesley
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,
Let every soul be Jesu's guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
Bayonet Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
For till you show me the Sacred Word
I'm for Peter and his good sword,
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here
He'd not have missed the head for the ear.
The Angel's Song
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heavnly song;
Tis a chorus full of sweetness
And the singers are an angel throng.
