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The Fear Of Flowers
© John Clare
The nodding oxeye bends before the wind,
The woodbine quakes lest boys their flowers should find,
The Hollow Wood
© Edward Thomas
Out in the sun the goldfinch flits
Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits
Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala - You Are A Cluster Of Clouds - Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
You are a cluster of clouds of the evening sky
I have sought only you all my life
It is you who fills my empty sky
I have made you with the sweet fancies of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
O you wanderer of my boundless sky.
The Palm-Tree
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,
Beside a fount of Araby;
It was not fann'd by southern breeze
In some green isle of Indian seas,
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep.
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
© Oliver Goldsmith
CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.
The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
On proud Mount Royals Eastern side,
In view of St. Lawrences silver tide,
The Rwose That Deckd Her Breast
© William Barnes
Poor Jenny wer her Robert's bride
Two happy years, an' then he died;
To A Young Lady, On Her Translation Of The Story Of Phoebus And Daphne, From Ovid
© Thomas Parnell
In Phbus Wit (as Ovid said)
Enchanting Beauty woo'd;
The Decline of the West
© Rudyard Kipling
Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan
brown,
The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
Too Young For Love
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Too young for love?
Ah, say not so,
To practise all love learned in May.
June soon will come with lengthened day
While daisies bloom and tulips glow!
The Hills
© George MacDonald
Behind my father's cottage lies
A gentle grassy height
Up which I often ran-to gaze
Back with a wondering sight,
For then the chimneys I thought high
Were down below me quite!
The Brothers
© Leon Gellert
Do you remember how we crept
Across out bedroom to our bed,
Fearing the dark! And how you wept?
And on a sudden lay like lead?
And how I feared that you were dead,
But heard you breathing as you slept?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XIV. -- The Crew Of The
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Safe at anchor in Drontheim bay
King Olaf's fleet assembled lay,
