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Song II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HO! fetch me the winecup! fill up to the brim!
For my heart has grown cold, and my vision is dim,
And I fain would bring back for a moment the glow,
The swift passion that age has long chilled with its snow;
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Sonnet To Byron
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but]
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair
The ministration of the thoughts that fill
Surrender II
© Edith Nesbit
THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree,
I sit here alone.
O heart of my heart, come hither to me!
Come to me straight over land and sea,
My soul--my own!
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
Sun and Moon
© George MacDonald
First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake;
He smote me on the temples and I rose,
Shut Out
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The door was shut. I looked between
Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:
Shearers Song
© Anonymous
Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!
Sweetheart, Sigh No More
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
It was with doubt and trembling
I whispered in her ear.
Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough,
That all the world may hear--
_Sweetheart, sigh no more_!
Song: Soul's Joy, now I am gone
© John Donne
Soul's joy, now I am gone,
And you alone,
Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
Sisyphus
© Alfred Austin
But when, asudden, swift on angry flash,
Rumbled imperious thunder overhead,
At the commanding mandate, Sisyphus,
Bulkily rising, straightened limbs relaxed,
And turned him yet again unto his task,
Mumbling the while habitual lament.
Scenes Of The Mind
© Aldous Huxley
I have run where festival was loud
With drum and brass among the crowd
Sonnet LXIV
© Charlotte Turner Smith
HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain
The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave,
And feels returning health and hope again
Disperse 'the gathering shadows of the grave!'
Songs Without Sense: [For the Parlor and Piano]
© Francis Bret Harte
Im a gay tra, la, la,
With my fal, lal, la, la,
And my bright
And my light
Tra, la, le. [Repeat.]
Samson to his Delilah
© Richard Crashaw
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.
Sonnet -- Ye Hasten To The Grave!
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,
Ye restless thoughts and busy purposes
Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear?
O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess
Sonnet LXXVIII. Snowdrops
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WAN Heralds of the sun and summer gale!
That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing;
Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail
Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring
Sonnet XXVII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SIGHING I see yon little troop at play,
By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;
While free and sportive they enjoy to-day,
'Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!'
