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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part. 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VI. -- The Wraith Of Od
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The guests were loud, the ale was strong,
King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds together sang;
O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The Kiss
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
They Held Me Down
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was Sat night at the slammer the gavel was falling like a hammer
As they dragged in every freak from off the road
One by one they entered the cell and the stories that they had to tell
Were all different but all seemed to end on the very same note
To The Lake
© Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
The Blindman's Song
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I am blind, you outsiders. It is a curse,
a contradiction, a tiresome farce,
The Builders
© Ebenezer Elliott
Spring, summer, autumn, winter,
Come duly, as of old;
Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith,
"Ye hills, put on your gold."
The Generous Nephew
© Confucius
I escorted my uncle to Tsin,
Till the Wei we crossed on the way.
Then I gave as I left
For his carriage a gift
Four steeds, and each steed was a bay.
The Perils of Invisibility
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Old PETER led a wretched life -
Old PETER had a furious wife;
Old PETER too was truly stout,
He measured several yards about.
This Will Not Win Him
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Soul says,
How can I ever win him
When all I have is already his?
Torre Nuovo
© Frances Anne Kemble
The water has flowed forth a year,
Since, sitting by the fountain's side,
The Songs Of Night
© Edgar Albert Guest
The moon swings low in the sky above,
And the twinkling stars shine bright,
The Fear
© Pablo Neruda
They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
The Mystic's Vision
© Mathilde Blind
Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams!
These dreams that softly lap me round
Through trance-like hours in which meseems
That I am swallowed up and drowned;
Drowned in your love, which flows o'er me
As o'er the seaweed flows the sea.
The World Is Blue As An Orange
© Paul Eluard
The world is blue as an orange
No error the words do not lie
The Way of Wooing
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
The Perpetual Wooing
© Eugene Field
The dull world clamors at my feet
And asks my hand and helping sweet;
Three Songs Of The Enigma
© Robert Nichols
The hopeless rain, a sigh, a shadow
Falters and drifts again, again over the meadow,
It wanders lost, drifts hither . . . thither,
It blows, it goes, it knows not whither.
To Greville Matheson MacDonald
© George MacDonald
First, most, to thee, my son, I give this book
In which a friend's and brother's verses blend
