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Sonnett - XI
© James Russell Lowell
There never yet was flower fair in vain,
Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;
Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore
© Thomas Chatterton
To JOHNE LADGATE.
WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
St. Ignatius Loyola At The Chapel Of Our Lady Of Montserrat
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Tis midnight, and solemn darkness broods
In a lonely, sacred fane
Spring Came In
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SPRING came in with a red-wing's feather
And yellow clumps of the wild marshmallow--
O happy bird, can you tell me whether
In distant France they have April weather?
And little pools that are sunny and shallow?
Shepherds
© William Henry Drummond
Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,
Though withered--blessed grass that hath the grace
To deck and be a carpet to that place!
Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,
Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;
And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.
Sonnet 5 - I wandered out a while agone,
© George Wither
I wandered out a while agone,
And went I know not whither;
But there do beauties many a one
Resort and meet together,
And Cupid's power will there be shown
If ever you come thither.
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza V
© Gertrude Stein
Why can pansies be their aid or paths.
He said paths she had said paths
Sonnets Of The Blood III
© Allen Tate
Then, brother, you would never think me vain
Or rude, if I should mention dignity;
Songs Set To Music: 23. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Well, I will never more complain,
Or call the Fates unkind;
Alas! how fond it is, how vain!
But self-conceitedness does reign
I nevery mortal mind.
St. George's Day
© Hristo Botev
"Rejoice, o people! Old and young
Praise God today, and praise the king!
'Tis Saint George's Day," the sheep gave tongue
As they trotted along behind their king,
Sonnet - Scottish Border
© James Russell Lowell
As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills
Whose heather-purple slopes, in glory rolled,
Sonnet XXXVIII. To Oliver Wendell Holmes. Aet 70.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A FOUNTAIN in our green New England hills
Sent forth a brook, whose music, as I stood
To listen, laughed and sang through field and wood
With mingled melodies of joyous rills.
Stanzas For Music: They Say That Hope Is Happiness
© George Gordon Byron
They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first--they set the last;
Songs Written to Welsh Airs
© Amelia Opie
How fondly I gaze on the fast falling-leaves,
That mark, as I wander, the summer's decline;
And then I exclaim, while my conscious heart heaves,
"Thus early to droop and to perish be mine!"
Shall I Go Bound And You Go Free?
© Padraic Colum
SHALL I go bound and you go free,
And love one so removed from me?
Not so; the falcon o'er my brow
Hath better quest, I dare avow!
Satyr I. A Letter To A Friend. On Poets.
© Thomas Parnell
Poets are bound by ye severest rules,
the great ones must be mad, ye little all are fools,
Septuagesima Sunday
© John Keble
There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
Since I First Met You
© George Ade
Since I first met you,
Since I first met you,
The open sky above me seems a deeper blue;
Golden, rippling sunshine warms me through and through,
Each flower has a new perfume,
Since I met you!
Songs Set To Music: 13. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Love! inform thy faithful creature
How to keep his fair one's heart;
