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An A.b.c
© Geoffrey Chaucer
AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet
378. Song-Bessy and her Spinnin Wheel
© Robert Burns
O LEEZE me on my spinnin’ wheel,
And leeze me on my rock and reel;
287. Song-The Battle of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
“O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi’ me, man?
275. Song-The Laddie’s dear sel’
© Robert Burns
THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.
Aphasia
© Zieroth David Dale
It is the suddenness of crossingoverthat cannot be comprehended.One moment she is among usreaching for her purse.Àæ.
The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
© Elinor Wylie
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart
Forget not Yet the Tried Intent
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Forget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meant;My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet.
The Two Doves
© Wright Elizur
Two doves once cherish'd for each other The love that brother hath for brother
The Lark and Her Young Ones with the Owner of a Field
© Wright Elizur
"Depend upon yourself alone," Has to a common proverb grown
The Frog that wishes to be as Big as the Ox
© Wright Elizur
The tenant of a bog, An envious little frog, Not bigger than an egg, A stately bullock spies, And, smitten with his size, Attempts to be as big
The Animals Sick of the Plague
© Wright Elizur
The sorest ill that Heaven hath Sent on this lower world in wrath,-- The plague (to call it by its name,) One single day of which Would Pluto's ferryman enrich,-- Waged war on beasts, both wild and tame
Sonnets from The River Duddon: After-Thought
© William Wordsworth
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle upon the Restoration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors
© William Wordsworth
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.--The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain that hath been silent long:--
The Prelude: Book 2: School-time (Continued)
© William Wordsworth
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving muchUnvisited, endeavour'd to retraceMy life through its first years, and measured backThe way I travell'd when I first beganTo love the woods and fields; the passion yetWas in its birth, sustain'd, as might befal,By nourishment that came unsought, for still,From week to week, from month to month, we liv'dA round of tumult: duly were our gamesProlong'd in summer till the day-light fail'd;No chair remain'd before the doors, the benchAnd threshold steps were empty; fast asleepThe Labourer, and the old Man who had sate,A later lingerer, yet the revelryContinued, and the loud uproar: at last,When all the ground was dark, and the huge cloudsWere edged with twinkling stars, to bed we went,With weary joints, and with a beating mind
11. Song-Here’s to thy health, my bonie lass
© Robert Burns
HERE’S to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi’ thee;
Will and Testament
© Isabella Whitney
The Aucthour (though loth to leave the Citie)vpon her Friendes procurement, is constrainedto departe: wherfore (she fayneth as she would die)and maketh her WYLL and Testæment, as foloweth:With large Legacies of such Goods and richeswhich she moste aboundantly hath left behind her:and therof maketh LONDON sole executor to seher Legacies performed
Ad Non Conscriptum
© Robert Stanley Weir
Not for the fame of it,But for the shame of it,You crossed the sea.Knowing the need of men,You of the breed of men,Recking the rede of men, Cried out: Send me.
Aunt Chloe
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"
