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dust always blowing about the town except when seafog laid it down and i was one of the children told some of the blowing dust was gold all the dust the wind blew high appeared like god in the sunset sky but i was one of the children told some of the dust was really gold such was life in the golden gate gold dusted all we drank and ate and i was one of the children told we all must eat our peck of gold | 0 |
cock cock cock cock ive laid an egg am i to gang baarefoot hen hen hen hen ive been up and down to every shop in town and cannot find a shoe to fit your foot if id crow my heaart out cockadoodledoo my dame has lost her shoe my masters lost his fiddlestick and knows not what to do | 0 |
if wishes were horses beggars would ride if turnips were watches i would wear one by my side and if if’s and an’s were pots and pans the tinker would never work | 0 |
the little robin grieves when the snow is on the ground for the trees have no leaves and no berries can be found the air is cold the worms are hid for robin here what can be done lets strow around some crumbs of bread and then hell live till snow is gone | 0 |
peekaboo peekaboo peekaboo peekaboo peekaboo peekaboo i see you where is sister where is sister where is sister peekaboo where is sister where is sister i see you where is brother where is brother where is brother peekaboo where is brother where is brother i see you where is baby where is baby where is baby peekaboo where is baby where is baby i see you | 0 |
no more be grieved atthat which thou hast done roses have thorns and silver fountains mud clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun and loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud all men make faults and even i in this authorizing thy trespass with compare myself corrupting salving thy amiss excusing thy sins more than thy sins are for to thy sensual fault i bring in sense thy adverse party is thy advocate and gainst myself a lawful plea commence such civil war is in my love and hate that i an accessary needs must be to that sweet thief which sourly robs from me | 0 |
if thy soul check thee that i come so near swear to thy blind soul that i was thy will and will thy soul knows is admitted there thus far for love my lovesuit sweet fulfil will will fulfil the treasure of thy love ay fill it full with wills and my will one in things of great receipt with ease we prove among a number one is reckoned none then in the number let me pass untold though in thy stores account i one must be for nothing hold me so it please thee hold that nothing me a something sweet to thee make but my name thy love and love that still and then thou lovest me for my name is will | 0 |
three summers since i chose a maid too young maybe—but more’s to do at harvesttime than bide and woo when us was wed she turned afraid of love and me and all things human like the shut of a winter’s day her smile went out and ’twadn’t a woman— more like a little frightened fay one night in the fall she runned away “out ’mong the sheep her be” they said ’should properly have been abed but sure enough she wadn’t there lying awake with her wide brown stare so over sevenacre field and upalong across the down we chased her flying like a hare before our lanterns to churchtown all in a shiver and a scare we caught her fetched her home at last and turned the key upon her fast she does the work about the house as well as most but like a mouse happy enough to chat and play with birds and rabbits and such as they so long as menfolk keep away “not near not near” her eyes beseech when one of us comes within reach the women say that beasts in stall look round like children at her call i’ve hardly heard her speak at all shy as a leveret swift as he straight and slight as a young larch tree sweet as the first wild violets she to her wild self but what to me the short days shorten and the oaks are brown the blue smoke rises to the low grey sky one leaf in the still air falls slowly down a magpie’s spotted feathers lie on the black earth spread white with rime the berries redden up to christmastime what’s christmastime without there be some other in the house than we she sleeps up in the attic there alone poor maid ’tis but a stair betwixt us oh my god the down the soft young down of her the brown the brown of her—her eyes her hair her hair | 1 |
i stay but it isnt as if there wasnt always hudsons bay and the fur trade a small skiff and a paddle blade i can just see my tent pegged and me on the floor crosslegged and a trapper looking in at the door with furs to sell his names joe alias john and between what he doesnt know and wont tell about where henry hudsons gone i cant say hes much help but we get on the seal yelp on an ice cake its not men by some mistake no theres not a soul for a windbreak between me and the north pole except always johnjoe my french indian esquimaux and hes off setting traps in one himself perhaps give a headshake over so much bay thrown away in snow and mist that doesnt exist i was going to say for god man or beasts sake yet does perhaps for all three dont ask joe what it is to him its sometimes dim what it is to me unless it be its the old captains dark fate who failed to find or force a strait in its twothousandmile coast and his crew left him where be failed and nothing came of all be sailed its to say you and i to such a ghost you and i off here with the dead race of the great auk and better defeat almost if seen clear than lifes victories of doubt that need endless talktalk to make them out | 0 |
love is too young to know what conscience is yet who knows not conscience is born of love then gentle cheater urge not my amiss lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove for thou betraying me i do betray my nobler part to my gross bodys treason my soul doth tell my body that he may triumph in love flesh stays no farther reason but rising at thy name doth point out thee as his triumphant prize proud of this pride he is contented thy poor drudge to be to stand in thy affairs fall by thy side no want of conscience hold it that i call her love for whose dear love i rise and fall | 0 |
hickory dickory dock the mouse ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse ran down hickory dickory dock | 0 |
whoever you are holding me now in hand without one thing all will be useless i give you fair warning before you attempt me further i am not what you supposed but far different who is he that would become my follower who would sign himself a candidate for my affections the way is suspicious the result uncertain perhaps destructive you would have to give up all else i alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting the whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives around you would have to be abandond therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further let go your hand from my shoulders put me down and depart on your way or else by stealth in some wood for trial or back of a rock in the open air for in any roofd room of a house i emerge not nor in company and in libraries i lie as one dumb a gawk or unborn or dead but just possibly with you on a high hill first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares or possibly with you sailing at sea or on the beach of the sea or some quiet island here to put your lips upon mine i permit you with the comrades longdwelling kiss or the new husbands kiss for i am the new husband and i am the comrade or if you will thrusting me beneath your clothing where i may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip carry me when you go forth over land or sea for thus merely touching you is enough is best and thus touching you would i silently sleep and be carried eternally but these leaves conning you con at peril for these leaves and me you will not understand they will elude you at first and still more afterward i will certainly elude you even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me behold already you see i have escaped from you for it is not for what i have put into it that i have written this book nor is it by reading it you will acquire it nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me nor will the candidates for my love unless at most a very few prove victorious nor will my poems do good only they will do just as much evil perhaps more for all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit that which i hinted at therefore release me and depart on your way | 0 |
turn o libertad for the war is over from it and all henceforth expanding doubting no more resolute sweeping the world turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past from the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past from the chants of the feudal world the triumphs of kings slavery caste turn to the world the triumphs reservd and to come give up that backward world leave to the singers of hitherto give them the trailing past but what remains remains for singers for you wars to come are for you lo how the wars of the past have duly inured to you and the wars of the present also inure then turn and be not alarmd o libertad turn your undying face to where the future greater than all the past is swiftly surely preparing for you | 0 |
accuse me thus that i have scanted all wherein i should your great deserts repay forgot upon your dearest love to call whereto all bonds do tie me day by day that i have frequent been with unknown minds and given to time your own dearpurchased right that i have hoisted sail to all the winds which should transport me farthest from your sight book both my wilfulness and errors down and on just proof surmise accumulate bring me within the level of your frown but shoot not at me in your wakened hate since my appeal says i did strive to prove the constancy and virtue of your love | 0 |
a true man is powerful and brave daring to fight and oppose he is firm and unyielding conquering the world with his hands women are weak and gentlehearted kind in manners eternally nurturing she cultivates love within the family serving at home with full dedication | 1 |
ding—dong—bell the cats in the well who put her in little johnny green who pulled her out great johnny stout what a naughty boy was that to drown poor pussy cat who never did him any harm and killed the mice in his fathers barn | 1 |
once on the kind of day called weather breeder when the heat slowly hazes and the sun by its own power seems to be undone i was half boring through half climbing through a swamp of cedar choked with oil of cedar and scurf of plants and weary and overheated and sorry i ever left the road i knew i paused and rested on a sort of hook that had me by the coat as good as seated and since there was no other way to look looked up toward heaven and there against the blue stood over me a resurrected tree a tree that had been down and raised again a barkless spectre he had halted too as if for fear of treading upon me i saw the strange position of his hands up at his shoulders dragging yellow strands of wire with something in it from men to men you here i said where arent you nowadays and whats the news you carry if you know and tell me where youre off for montreal me im not off for anywhere at all sometimes i wander out of beaten ways half looking for the orchid calypso | 0 |
mens path is the path of battle with courage and strength they wield womens path is the path of home with tenderness they protect the house men run through the wilderness boldly challenging battles women dedicate themselves to home pouring love and nurturing | 1 |
i went to turn the grass once after one who mowed it in the dew before the sun the dew was gone that made his blade so keen before i came to view the levelled scene i looked for him behind an isle of trees i listened for his whetstone on the breeze but he had gone his way the grass all mown and i must be as he had been alone as all must be i said within my heart whether they work together or apart but as i said it swift there passed me by on noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly seeking with memories grown dim oer night some resting flower of yesterdays delight and once i marked his flight go round and round as where some flower lay withering on the ground and then he flew as far as eye could see and then on tremulous wing came back to me i thought of questions that have no reply and would have turned to toss the grass to dry but he turned first and led my eye to look at a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook a leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared the mower in the dew had loved them thus by leaving them to flourish not for us nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him but from sheer morning gladness at the brim the butterfly and i had lit upon nevertheless a message from the dawn that made me hear the wakening birds around and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground and feel a spirit kindred to my own so that henceforth i worked no more alone but glad with him i worked as with his aid and weary sought at noon with him the shade and dreaming as it were held brotherly speech with one whose thought i had not hoped to reach men work together i told him from the heart whether they work together or apart | 0 |
lucy locket lost her pocket kitty fisher found it there was not a penny in it but a ribbon round it | 0 |
when lilacs last in the dooryard bloomd and the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night i mournd and yet shall mourn with everreturning spring everreturning spring trinity sure to me you bring lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west and thought of him i love o powerful western fallen star o shades of night o moody tearful night o great star disappeard o the black murk that hides the star o cruel hands that hold me powerless o helpless soul of me o harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul in the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the whitewashd palings stands the lilacbush tallgrowing with heartshaped leaves of rich green with many a pointed blossom rising delicate with the perfume strong i love with every leaf a miracle and from this bush in the dooryard with delicatecolord blossoms and heartshaped leaves of rich green
a sprig with its flower i break in the swamp in secluded recesses a shy and hidden bird is warbling a song solitary the thrush the hermit withdrawn to himself avoiding the settlements sings by himself a song song of the bleeding throat
deaths outlet song of life for well dear brother i know if thou wast not granted to sing thou wouldst surely die over the breast of the spring the land amid cities amid lanes and through old woods where lately the violets peepd from the ground spotting the gray debris amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes passing the endless grass passing the yellowspeard wheat every grain from its shroud in the darkbrown fields uprisen passing the appletree blows of white and pink in the orchards carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave night and day journeys a coffin coffin that passes through lanes and streets through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land with the pomp of the inloopd flags with the cities draped in black with the show of the states themselves as of crapeveild women standing with processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night with the countless torches lit with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads with the waiting depot the arriving coffin and the sombre faces with dirges through the night with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn with all the mournful voices of the dirges pourd around the coffin the dimlit churches and the shuddering organs where amid these you journey with the tolling tolling bells perpetual clang here coffin that slowly passes i give you my sprig of lilac nor for you for one alone blossoms and branches green to coffins all i bring for fresh as the morning thus would i chant a song for you o sane and sacred death all over bouquets of roses o death i cover you over with roses and early lilies but mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first copious i break i break the sprigs from the bushes with loaded arms i come pouring for you for you and the coffins all of you o death o western orb sailing the heaven now i know what you must have meant as a month since i walkd as i walkd in silence the transparent shadowy night as i saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night as you droopd from the sky low down as if to my side while the other stars all lookd on as we wanderd together the solemn night for something i know not what kept me from sleep as the night advanced and i saw on the rim of the west how full you were of woe as i stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night as i watchd where you passd and was lost in the netherward black of the night as my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank as where you sad orb concluded dropt in the night and was gone sing on there in the swamp o singer bashful and tender i hear your notes i hear your call i hear i come presently i understand you but a moment i linger for the lustrous star has detaind me the star my departing comrade holds and detains me o how shall i warble myself for the dead one there i loved and how shall i deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone and what shall my perfume be for the grave of him i love seawinds blown from east and west blown from the eastern sea and blown from the western sea till there on the prairies meeting these and with these and the breath of my chant ill perfume the grave of him i love o what shall i hang on the chamber walls and what shall the pictures be that i hang on the walls to adorn the burialhouse of him i love pictures of growing spring and farms and homes with the fourthmonth eve at sundown and the gray smoke lucid and bright with floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous indolent sinking sun burning expanding the air with the fresh sweet herbage under foot and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific in the distance the flowing glaze the breast of the river with a winddapple here and there with ranging hills on the banks with many a line against the sky and shadows and the city at hand with dwellings so dense and stacks of chimneys and all the scenes of life and the workshops and the workmen homeward returning lo body and soul this land my own manhattan with spires and the sparkling and hurrying tides and the ships the varied and ample land the south and the north in the light ohios shores and flashing missouri and ever the farspreading prairies coverd with grass and corn lo the most excellent sun so calm and haughty the violet and purple morn with justfelt breezes the gentle softborn measureless light the miracle spreading bathing all the fulfilld noon the coming eve delicious the welcome night and the stars over my cities shining all enveloping man and land sing on sing on you graybrown bird sing from the swamps the recesses pour your chant from the bushes limitless out of the dusk out of the cedars and pines sing on dearest brother warble your reedy song loud human song with voice of uttermost woe o liquid and free and tender o wild and loose to my soul o wondrous singer you only i hear yet the star holds me but will soon depart yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me now while i sat in the day and lookd forth in the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring and the farmers preparing their crops in the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests in the heavenly aerial beauty after the perturbd winds and the storms under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing and the voices of children and women the manymoving seatides and i saw the ships how they saild and the summer approaching with richness and the fields all busy with labor and the infinite separate houses how they all went on each with its meals and minutia of daily usages and the streets how their throbbings throbbd and the cities pent lo then and there falling upon them all and among them all enveloping me with the rest appeard the cloud appeard the long black trail and i knew death its thought and the sacred knowledge of death then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me and the thought of death closewalking the other side of me and i in the middle as with companions and as holding the hands of companions i fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not down to the shores of the water the path by the swamp in the dimness to the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still and the singer so shy to the rest receivd me the graybrown bird i know receivd us comrades three and he sang the carol of death and a verse for him i love from deep secluded recesses from the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still came the carol of the bird and the charm of the carol rapt me as i held as if by their hands my comrades in the night and the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird come lovely and soothing death undulate round the world serenely arriving arriving in the day in the night to all to each sooner or later delicate death praisd be the fathomless universe for life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious and for love sweet love but praise praise praise for the sureenwinding arms of coolenfolding death dark mother always gliding near with soft feet have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome then i chant it for thee i glorify thee above all i bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come come unfalteringly approach strong deliveress when it is so when thou hast taken them i joyously sing the dead lost in the loving floating ocean of thee laved in the flood of thy bliss o death from me to thee glad serenades dances for thee i propose saluting thee adornments and feastings for thee and the sights of the open landscape and the highspread sky are fitting and life and the fields and the huge and thoughtful night the night in silence under many a star the ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice i know and the soul turning to thee o vast and wellveild death and the body gratefully nestling close to thee over the treetops i float thee a song over the rising and sinking waves over the myriad fields and the prairies wide over the densepackd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways i float this carol with joy with joy to thee o death to the tally of my soul loud and strong kept up the graybrown bird with pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night loud in the pines and cedars dim clear in the freshness moist and the swampperfume and i with my comrades there in the night while my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed as to long panoramas of visions and i saw askant the armies i saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battleflags borne through the smoke of the battles and piercd with missiles i saw them and carried hither and yon through the smoke and torn and bloody and at last but a few shreds left on the staffs and all in silence
and the staffs all splinterd and broken i saw battlecorpses myriads of them and the white skeletons of young men i saw them i saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war but i saw they were not as was thought they themselves were fully at rest they sufferd not the living remaind and sufferd the mother sufferd and the wife and the child and the musing comrade sufferd and the armies that remaind sufferd passing the visions passing the night passing unloosing the hold of my comrades hands passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul victorious song deaths outlet song yet varying everaltering song as low and wailing yet clear the notes rising and falling flooding the night sadly sinking and fainting as warning and warning and yet again bursting with joy covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven as that powerful psalm in the night i heard from recesses passing i leave thee lilac with heartshaped leaves i leave thee there in the dooryard blooming returning with spring i cease from my song for thee from my gaze on thee in the west fronting the west communing with thee o comrade lustrous with silver face in the night yet each to keep and all retrievements out of the night the song the wondrous chant of the graybrown bird and the tallying chant the echo arousd in my soul with the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe with the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird comrades mine and i in the midst and their memory ever to keep for the dead i loved so well for the sweetest wisest soul of all my days and lands and this for his dear sake lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul there in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim | 0 |
when i see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees i like to think some boys been swinging them but swinging doesnt bend them down to stay icestorms do that often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain they click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn manycolored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel soon the suns warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snowcrust such heaps of broken glass to sweep away youd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen they are dragged to the withered bracken by the load and they seem not to break though once they are bowed so low for long they never right themselves you may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun but i was going to say when truth broke in with all her matteroffact about the icestorm now am i free to be poetical i should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows some boy too far from town to learn baseball whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone one by one he subdued his fathers trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them and not one but hung limp not one was left for him to conquer he learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground he always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground so was i once myself a swinger of birches and so i dream of going back to be its when im weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open id like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over may no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what i wish and snatch me away not to return earths the right place for love i dont know where its likely to go better id like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snowwhite trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again that would be good both going and coming back one could do worse than be a swinger of birches | 1 |
whose woods these are i think i know his house is in the village though he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow my little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year he gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake the only other sounds the sweep of easy wind and downy flake the woods are lovely dark and deep but i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep and miles to go before i sleep | 0 |
o dear what can the matter be dear dear what can the matter be o dear what can the matter be johnny’s so long at the fair he promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me and then for a kiss oh he vowed he would tease me he promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons to tie up my bonny brown hair o what can the matter be and what can the matter be o what can the matter be johnny bydes lang at the fair he’ll buy me a twopenny whistle he’ll buy me a threepenny fair he’ll buy me a bunch o’ blue ribbons to tye up my bonny brown hair o saw ye him coming and saw ye him coming o saw ye him coming hame frae the newcastle fair | 1 |
a house that lacks seemingly mistress and master with doors that none but the wind ever closes its floor all littered with glass and with plaster it stands in a garden of oldfashioned roses i pass by that way in the gloaming with mary i wonder i say who the owner of those is oh no one you know she answers me airy but one we must ask if we want any roses so we must join hands in the dew coming coldly there in the hush of the wood that reposes and turn and go up to the open door boldly and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses pray are you within there mistress whowereyou tis mary that speaks and our errand discloses pray are you within there bestir you bestir you tis summer again theres two come for roses a word with you that of the singer recalling old herrick a saying that every maid knows is a flower unplucked is but left to the falling and nothing is gained by not gathering roses we do not loosen our hands intertwining not caring so very much what she supposes there when she comes on us mistily shining and grants us by silence the boon of her roses | 1 |
of the visages of things—and of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath of ugliness—to me there is just as much in it as there is in beauty—and now the ugliness of human beings is acceptable to me of detected persons—to me detected persons are not in any respect worse than undetected per sons—and are not in any respect worse than i am myself of criminals—to me any judge or any juror is equally criminal—and any reputable person is also—and the president is also of waters forests hills of the earth at large whispering through medium of me of vista—suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos presuming the growth fulness life now attaind on the journey but i see the road continued and the journey ever continued of what was once lacking on earth and in due time has become supplied—and of what will yet be supplied because all i see and know i believe to have purport in what will yet be supplied of persons arrived at high positions ceremonies wealth scholarships and the like to me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them except as it results to their bodies and souls so that often to me they appear gaunt and naked and often to me each one mocks the others and mocks himself or herself and of each one the core of life namely happiness is full of the rotten excrement of maggots and often to me those men and women pass unwit tingly the true realities of life and go toward false realities and often to me they are alive after what custom has served them but nothing more and often to me they are sad hasty unwaked son nambules walking the dusk of ownership—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all and incorporate them into himself or herself of equality—as if it harmd me giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same of justice—as if justice could be anything but the same ample law expounded by natural judges and saviors as if it might be this thing or that thing according to decisions as i sit with others at a great feast suddenly while the music is playing to my mind whence it comes i know not spectral in mist of a wreck at sea of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations founderd off the northeast coast and going down—of the steamship arctic going down of the veild tableau—women gatherd together on deck pale heroic waiting the moment that draws so close—o the moment o the huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone sinking there while the passionless wet flows on— and i now pondering are those women indeed gone are souls drownd and destroyd so is only matter triumphant of what i write from myself—as if that were not the resumé of histories—as if such however complete were not less complete than my poems as if the shreds the records of nations could possibly be as lasting as my poems as if here were not the amount of all nations and of all the lives of heroes of obedience faith adhesiveness as i stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men following the lead of those who do not believe in men | 0 |
to me fair friend you never can be old for as you were when first your eye i eyd such seems your beauty still three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers pride three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned in process of the seasons have i seen three april perfumes in three hot junes burned since first i saw you fresh which yet are green ah yet doth beauty like a dialhand steal from his figure and no pace perceived so your sweet hue which methinks still doth stand hath motion and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which hear this thou age unbred ere you were born was beautys summer dead | 0 |
if there be nothing new but that which is hath been before how are our brains beguild which labouring for invention bear amiss the second burthen of a former child oh that record could with a backward look even of five hundred courses of the sun show me your image in some antique book since mind at first in character was done that i might see what the old world could say to this composed wonder of your frame whether we are mended or where better they or whether revolution be the same oh sure i am the wits of former days to subjects worse have given admiring praise | 0 |
tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man beggar man thief rich man poor man beggar man thief doctor lawyer indian chief | 0 |
frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul with a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say he was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day there must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found for when they placed it on his head he began to dance around frosty the snowman was alive as he could be and the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day so he said “let’s run and we’ll have some fun now before i melt away” down to the village with a broomstick in his hand running here and there all around the square saying “catch me if you can” he led them down the streets of town right to the traffic cop and he only paused a moment when he heard him holler “stop” frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way but he waved goodbye saying “don’t you cry i’ll be back again some day” thumpity thump thump thumpity thump thump look at frosty go thumpity thump thump thumpity thump thump over the hills of snow | 0 |
the first time i uttered a prayer was in a glassstained cathedral i was kneeling long after the congregation was on its feet dip both hands into holy water trace the trinity across my chest my tiny body drooping like a question mark all over the wooden pew i asked jesus to fix me and when he did not answer i befriended silence in the hopes that my sin would burn and salve my mouth would dissolve like sugar on tongue but shame lingered as an aftertaste and in an attempt to reintroduce me to sanctity my mother told me of the miracle i was said i could grow up to be anything i want i decided to be a boy it was cute i had snapback toothless grin used skinned knees as street cred played hide and seek with what was left of my goal i was it the winner to a game the other kids couldn’t play i was the mystery of an anatomy a question asked but not answered tightroping between awkward boy and apologetic girl and when i turned 12 the boy phase wasn’t deemed cute anymore it was met with nostalgic aunts who missed seeing my knees in the shadow of skirts who reminded me that my kind of attitude would never bring a husband home that i exist for heterosexual marriage and childbearing and i swallowed their insults along with their slurs naturally i did not come out of the closet the kids at my school opened it without my permission called me by a name i did not recognize said “lesbian” but i was more boy than girl more ken than barbie it had nothing to do with hating my body i just love it enough to let it go i treat it like a house and when your house is falling apart you do not evacuate you make it comfortable enough to house all your insides you make it pretty enough to invite guests over you make the floorboards strong enough to stand on my mother fears i have named myself after fading things as she counts the echoes left behind by mya hall leelah alcorn blake brockington she fears that i’ll die without a whisper that i’ll turn into “what a shame” conversations at the bus stop she claims i have turned myself into a mausoleum that i am a walking casket news headlines have turned my identity into a spectacle bruce jenner on everyone’s lips while the brutality of living in this body becomes an asterisk at the bottom of equality pages no one ever thinks of us as human because we are more ghost than flesh because people fear that my gender expression is a trick that it exists to be perverse that it ensnares them without their consent that my body is a feast for their eyes and hands and once they have fed off my queer they’ll regurgitate all the parts they did not like they’ll put me back into the closet hang me with all the other skeletons i will be the best attraction can you see how easy it is to talk people into coffins to misspell their names on gravestones and people still wonder why there are boys rotting they go away in high school hallways they are afraid of becoming another hashtag in a second afraid of classroom discussions becoming like judgment day and now oncoming traffic is embracing more transgender children than parents i wonder how long it will be before the trans suicide notes start to feel redundant before we realize that our bodies become lessons about sin way before we learn how to love them like god didn’t save all this breath and mercy like my blood is not the wine that washed over jesus’ feet my prayers are now getting stuck in my throat maybe i am finally fixed maybe i just don’t care maybe god finally listened to my prayers | 1 |
ride away ride away johnny shall ride and he shall have pussycat tied to one side and he shall have little dog tied to the other and johnny shall ride to see his grandmother | 0 |
i didnt make you know how glad i was to have you come and camp here on our land i promised myself to get down some day and see the way you lived but i dont know with a houseful of hungry men to feed i guess youd find it seems to me i cant express my feelings any more than i can raise my voice or want to lift my hand oh i can lift it when i have to did ever you feel so i hope you never its got so i dont even know for sure whether i am glad sorry or anything theres nothing but a voicelike left inside that seems to tell me how i ought to feel and would feel if i wasnt all gone wrong you take the lake i look and look at it i see its a fair pretty sheet of water i stand and make myself repeat out loud the advantages it has so long and narrow like a deep piece of some old running river cut short off at both ends it lies five miles straight away through the mountain notch from the sink window where i wash the plates and all our storms come up toward the house drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiter it took my mind off doughnuts and soda biscuit to step outdoors and take the water dazzle a sunny morning or take the rising wind about my face and body and through my wrapper when a storm threatened from the dragons den and a cold chill shivered across the lake i see its a fair pretty sheet of water our willoughby how did you hear of it i expect though everyones heard of it in a book about ferns listen to that you let things more like feathers regulate your going and coming and you like it here i can see how you might but i dont know it would be different if more people came for then there would be business as it is the cottages len built sometimes we rent them sometimes we dont weve a good piece of shore that ought to be worth something and may yet but i dont count on it as much as len he looks on the bright side of everything including me he thinks ill be all right with doctoring but its not medicine lowe is the only doctors dared to say so its rest i want there i have said it out from cooking meals for hungry hired men and washing dishes after them from doing things over and over that just wont stay done by good rights i ought not to have so much put on me but there seems no other way len says one steady pull more ought to do it he says the best way out is always through and i agree to that or in so far as that i can see no way out but through leastways for me and then theyll be convinced its not that len dont want the best for me it was his plan our moving over in beside the lake from where that day i showed you we used to live ten miles from anywhere we didnt change without some sacrifice but len went at it to make up the loss his works a mans of course from sun to sun but he works when he works as hard as i do though theres small profit in comparisons women and men will make them all the same but work aint all len undertakes too much hes into everything in town this year its highways and hes got too many men around him to look after that make waste they take advantage of him shamefully and proud too of themselves for doing so we have four here to board great goodfornothings sprawling about the kitchen with their talk while i fry their bacon much they care no more put out in what they do or say than if i wasnt in the room at all coming and going all the time they are i dont learn what their names are let alone their characters or whether they are safe to have inside the house with doors unlocked im not afraid of them though if theyre not afraid of me theres two can play at that i have my fancies it runs in the family my fathers brother wasnt right they kept him locked up for years back there at the old farm ive been away once yes ive been away the state asylum i was prejudiced i wouldnt have sent anyone of mine there you know the old idea the only asylum was the poorhouse and those who could afford rather than send their folks to such a place kept them at home and it does seem more human but its not so the place is the asylum there they have every means proper to do with and you arent darkening other peoples lives worse than no good to them and they no good to you in your condition you cant know affection or the want of it in that state ive heard too much of the oldfashioned way my fathers brother he went mad quite young some thought he had been bitten by a dog because his violence took on the form of carrying his pillow in his teeth but its more likely he was crossed in love or so the story goes it was some girl anyway all he talked about was love they soon saw he would do someone a mischief if he want kept strict watch of and it ended in fathers building him a sort of cage or room within a room of hickory poles like stanchions in the barn from floor to ceiling a narrow passage all the way around anything they put in for furniture hed tear to pieces even a bed to lie on so they made the place comfortable with straw like a beasts stall to ease their consciences of course they had to feed him without dishes they tried to keep him clothed but he paraded with his clothes on his arm all of his clothes cruel it sounds i spose they did the best they knew and just when he was at the height father and mother married and mother came a bride to help take care of such a creature and accommodate her young life to his that was what marrying father meant to her she had to lie and hear love things made dreadful by his shouts in the night hed shout and shout until the strength was shouted out of him and his voice died down slowly from exhaustion hed pull his bars apart like bow and bowstring and let them go and make them twang until his hands had worn them smooth as any oxbow and then hed crow as if he thought that childs play the only fun he had ive heard them say though they found a way to put a stop to it he was before my time i never saw him but the pen stayed exactly as it was there in the upper chamber in the ell a sort of catchall full of attic clutter i often think of the smooth hickory bars it got so i would say you know half fooling its time i took my turn upstairs in jail just as you will till it becomes a habit no wonder i was glad to get away mind you i waited till len said the word i didnt want the blame if things went wrong i was glad though no end when we moved out and i looked to be happy and i was as i said for a while but i dont know somehow the change wore out like a prescription and theres more to it than just windowviews and living by a lake im past such help unless len took the notion which he wont and i wont ask him its not sure enough i spose ive got to go the road im going other folks have to and why shouldnt i i almost think if i could do like you drop everything and live out on the ground but it might be come night i shouldnt like it or a long rain i should soon get enough and be glad of a good roof overhead ive lain awake thinking of you ill warrant more than you have yourself some of these nights the wonder was the tents werent snatched away from over you as you lay in your beds i havent courage for a risk like that bless you of course youre keeping me from work but the thing of it is i need to be kept theres work enough to do theres always that but behinds behind the worst that you can do is set me back a little more behind i shant catch up in this world anyway id rather youd not go unless you must | 1 |
sing a song of sixpence a bag full of rye four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie when the pie was opened the birds began to sing and wasnt this a dainty dish to set before the king the king was in the parlor counting out his money the queen was in the kitchen eating bread and honey the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes there came a little blackbird and nipped off her nose | 1 |
as fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou growst in one of thine from that which thou departest and that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowst thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest herein lives wisdom beauty and increase without this folly age and cold decay if all were minded so the times should cease and threescore year would make the world away let those whom nature hath not made for store harsh featureless and rude barrenly perish look whom she best endowed she gave the more which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish she carved thee for her seal and meant thereby thou shouldst print more not let that copy die | 0 |
old mister johnson had troubles of his own he had a yellow cat which wouldn’t leave its home he tried and he tried to give the cat away he gave it to a man goin’ far far away but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea the man around the corner swore he’d kill the cat on sight he loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite he waited and he waited for the cat to come around ninety seven pieces of the man is all they found but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea he gave it to a little boy with a dollar note told him for to take it up the river in a boat they tied a rope around its neck it must have weighed a pound now they drag the river for a little boy that drowned but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea he gave it to a man going up in a balloon he told him for to take it to the man in the moon the balloon came down about ninety miles away where he is now well i dare not say but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea he gave it to a man going way out west told him for to take it to the one he loved the best first the train hit the curve then it jumped the rail not a soul was left behind to tell the gruesome tale but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea the cat it had some company one night out in the yard someone threw a bootjack and they threw it mighty hard it caught the cat behind the ear she thought it rather slight when along came a brickbat and knocked the cat out of sight but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea away across the ocean they did send the cat at last vessel only out a day and making water fast people all began to pray the boat began to toss a great big gust of wind came by and every soul was lost but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea on a telegraph wire sparrows sitting in a bunch the cat was feeling hungry thought she’d like ’em for a lunch climbing softly up the pole and when she reached the top put her foot upon the electric wire which tied her in a knot but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea the cat was a possessor of a family of its own with seven little kittens till there came a cyclone blew the houses all apart and tossed the cat around the air was full of kittens and not one was ever found but the cat came back the very next day the cat came back we thought he was a goner but the cat came back it just couldn’t stay away away away yea yea yea | 0 |
let those who are in favour with their stars of public honour and proud titles boast whilst i whom fortune of such triumph bars unlookd for joy in that i honour most great princes favourites their fair leaves spread but as the marigold at the suns eye and in themselves their pride lies buried for at a frown they in their glory die the painful warrior famoused for fight after a thousand victories once foiled is from the book of honour razed quite and all the rest forgot for which he toiled then happy i that love and am beloved where i may not remove nor be removed | 0 |
pretty john watts we are troubled with rats will you drive them out of the house we have mice too in plenty that feast in the pantry but let them stay and nibble away what harm in a little brown mouse | 0 |
old mother hubbard went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone but when she came there the cupboard was bare and so the poor dog had none | 0 |
hot cross buns hot cross buns one ha’ penny two ha’ penny hot cross buns if you have no daughters give them to your sons one ha’ penny two ha’ penny hot cross buns | 0 |
it was too lonely for her there and too wild and since there were but two of them and no child and work was little in the house she was free and followed where he furrowed field or felled tree she rested on a log and tossed the fresh chips with a song only to herself on her lips and once she went to break a bough of black alder she strayed so far she scarcely heard when he called her and didnt answerdidnt speak or return she stood and then she ran and hid in the fern he never found her though he looked everywhere and he asked at her mothers house was she there sudden and swift and light as that the ties gave and he learned of finalities besides the grave | 0 |
i’ve been workin’ on the railroad all the livelong day i’ve been workin’ on the railroad just to pass the time away can’t you hear the whistle blowin’ rise up so early in the morn can’t you hear the captain shouting “dinah blow your horn” dinah won’t you blow dinah won’t you blow dinah won’t you blow your horn dinah won’t you blow dinah won’t you blow dinah won’t you blow your horn someone’s in the kitchen with dinah someone’s in the kitchen i know someone’s in the kitchen with dinah strummin’ on the old banjo singin’ “fe fi fiddly i oh fe fi fiddly i oh fe fi fiddly i oh” strummin’ on the old banjo | 0 |
jack sprat could eat no fat his wife could eat no lean and so betwixt them both they licked the platter clean | 1 |
patacake patacake baker’s man bake me a cake as fast as you can pat it and prick it and mark it with b put it in the oven for baby and me | 0 |
five little pumpkins sitting on a gate the first one said “oh my it’s getting late” the second one said “there are witches in the air” the third one said “but we don’t care” the fourth one said “let’s run and run and run” the fifth one said “i’m ready for some fun” oooooooh went the wind and out went the light clap on “out” and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight | 0 |
not marble nor the gilded monuments of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme but you shall shine more bright in these contents than unswept stone besmeard with sluttish time when wasteful war shall statues overturn and broils root out the work of masonry nor mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn the living record of your memory gainst death and all oblivious enmity shall you pace forth your praise shall still find room even in the eyes of all posterity that wear this world out to the ending doom so till the judgment that yourself arise you live in this and dwell in lovers eyes | 0 |
from fairest creatures we desire increase that thereby beauty’s rose might never die but as the riper should by time decease his tender heir might bear his memory but thou contracted to thine own bright eyes feed’st thy light’s flame with selfsubstantial fuel making a famine where abundance lies thyself thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament and only herald to the gaudy spring within thine own bud buriest thy content and tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding pity the world or else this glutton be to eat the world’s due by the grave and thee | 1 |
hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle the cow jumped over the moon the little dog laughed to see such sport and the dish ran away with the spoon | 0 |
jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and jill came tumbling after up jack got and home did trot as fast as he could caper he went to bed to mend his head with vinegar and brown paper jill came in and she did grin to see his paper plaster mother vexd did whip her next for causing jacks disaster | 1 |
the north wind doth blow and we shall have snow and what will poor robin do then poor thing hell sit in the barn and keep himself warm and hide his head under his wing poor thing | 0 |
i love little pussyb her coat is so warm and if i don’t hurt her she’ll do me no harm so i’ll not pull her tail nor drive her away but pussy and i very gently will play i’ll sit by the fire and give her some food and pussy will love me because i am good | 0 |
tom tom the pipers son stole a pig and away he run the pig was eat and tom was beat and tom ran crying down the street | 0 |
o how i faint when i of you do write knowing a better spirit doth use your name and in the praise thereof spends all his might to make me tonguetied speaking of your fame but since your worth wide as the ocean is the humble as the proudest sail doth bear my saucy bark inferior far to his on your broad main doth wilfully appear your shallowest help will hold me up afloat whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride or being wracked i am a worthless boat he of tall building and of goodly pride then if he thrive and i be cast away the worst was this my love was my decay | 0 |
something startles me where i thought i was safest i withdraw from the still woods i loved i will not go now on
the pastures to walk i will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea i will not touch my flesh to
the earth as to other flesh to renew me o how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken how
can you be alive you growths of spring how can you furnish
health you blood of herbs roots orchards grain are they
not continually putting distemperd corpses within you is not every continent workd over and over with sour dead where have you disposed of their carcasses those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat i do not see any
of it upon you today or perhaps i am deceivd i will run
a furrow with my plough i will press my spade through the sod and
turn it up underneath i am sure i shall expose some of the
foul meat behold this compost behold it well perhaps every
mite has once formd part of a sick person yet behold the
grass of spring covers the prairies the bean bursts
noiselessly through the mould in the garden the delicate
spear of the onion pierces upward the applebuds cluster
together on the applebranches the resurrection of the
wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves the tinge
awakes over the willowtree and the mulberrytree the
hebirds carol mornings and evenings while the shebirds sit on
their nests the young of poultry break through the hatchd
eggs the newborn of animals appear the calf is dropt from
the cow the colt from the mare out of its little hill
faithfully rise the potatos dark green leaves out of its
hill rises the yellow maizestalk the lilacs bloom in the
dooryards the summer growth is innocent and disdainful
above all those strata of sour dead what chemistry that the winds are really not
infectious that this is no cheat this transparent
greenwash of the sea which is so amorous after me that it
is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues that
it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited
themselves in it that all is clean forever and forever that
the cool drink from the well tastes so good that
blackberries are so flavorous and juicy that the fruits of
the appleorchard and the orangeorchard that melons grapes
peaches plums will none of them poison
me that when i recline on the grass i do not catch any
disease though probably every spear of grass rises out of
what was once a catching disease now i am terrified at the earth it is that calm and
patient it grows such sweet things out of such corruptions it
turns harmless and stainless on its axis with such endless
successions of diseasd corpses it distills such exquisite
winds out of such infused fetor it renews with such
unwitting looks its prodigal annual sumptuous crops it
gives such divine materials to men and accepts such leavings from
them at last | 0 |
how heavy do i journey on the way when what i seek my weary travels end doth teach that ease and that repose to say thus far the miles are measured from thy friend the beast that bears me tired with my woe plods dully on to bear that weight in me as if by some instinct the wretch did know his rider lovd not speed being made from thee the bloody spur cannot provoke him on that sometimes anger thrusts into his hide which heavily he answers with a groan more sharp to me than spurring to his side for that same groan doth put this in my mind my grief lies onward and my joy behind | 0 |
beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan for that deep wound it gives my friend and me ist not enough to torture me alone but slave to slavery my sweetst friend must be me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken and my next self thou harder hast engrossed of him myself and thee i am forsaken a torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed prison my heart in thy steel bosoms ward but then my friends heart let my poor heart bail whoeer keeps me let my heart be his guard thou canst not then use rigour in my jail and yet thou wilt for i being pent in thee perforce am thine and all that is in me | 0 |
he halted in the wind and what was that far in the maples pale but not a ghost he stood there bringing march against his thought and yet too ready to believe the most oh thats the paradiseinbloom i said and truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march such white luxuriance of may for ours we stood a moment so in a strange world myself as one his own pretense deceives and then i said the truth and we moved on a young beech clinging to its last years leaves | 0 |
wee willie winkie rins through the toon up stairs an’ doon stairs in his nichtgown tirlin’ at the window crying at the lock “are the weans in their bed for it’s now ten o’clock” “hey willie winkie are ye comin’ ben the cat’s singin grey thrums to the sleepin hen the dog’s speldert on the floor and disna gie a cheep but here’s a waukrife laddie that wunna fa’ asleep” onything but sleep you rogue glow’ring like the moon rattlin’ in an airn jug wi’ an airn spoon rumblin’ tumblin’ roon about crawin’ like a cock skirlin like a kennawhat waukenin’ sleepin’ fock “hey willie winkie the wean’s in a creel wamblin’ aff a bodie’s knee like a verra eel ruggin’ at the cat’s lug and raveling a’ her thrums hey willie winkie – see there he comes” wearit is the mither that has a stoorie wean a wee stumpie stousie that canna rin his lane that has a battle aye wi’ sleep afore he’ll close an e’e but a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me wee willie winkie runs through the town up stairs and down stairs in his nightgown tapping at the window crying at the lock are the children in their bed for it’s past ten o’clock hey willie winkie are you coming in the cat is singing purring sounds to the sleeping hen the dog’s spread out on the floor and doesn’t give a cheep but here’s a wakeful little boy who will not fall asleep anything but sleep you rogue glowering like the moon’ rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon rumbling tumbling round about crowing like a cock shrieking like i don’t know what waking sleeping folk hey willie winkie – the child’s in a creel wriggling from everyone’s knee like an eel tugging at the cat’s ear and confusing all her thrums hey willie winkie – see there he comes” weary is the mother who has a dusty child a small short little child who can’t run on his own who always has a battle with sleep before he’ll close an eye but a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me | 0 |
come let’s go to bed says sleepyhead let’s stay awhile says slow put on the pot says greedygut we’ll sup before we go “to bed to bed” says sleepyhead “tarry awhile” says slow “put on the pan” says greedy nan “we’ll sup before we go” | 0 |
cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep a maid of dians this advantage found and his lovekindling fire did quickly steep in a cold valleyfountain of that ground which borrowed from this holy fire of love a dateless lively heat still to endure and grew a seething bath which yet men prove against strange maladies a sovereign cure but at my mistress eye loves brand newfired the boy for trial needs would touch my breast i sick withal the help of bath desired and thither hied a sad distempered guest but found no cure the bath for my help lies where cupid got new fire my mistress eyes | 1 |
o lest the world should task you to recite what merit lived in me that you should love after my deathdear love forget me quite for you in me can nothing worthy prove unless you would devise some virtuous lie to do more for me than mine own desert and hang more praise upon deceased i than niggard truth would willingly impart o lest your true love may seem false in this that you for love speak well of me untrue my name be buried where my body is and live no more to shame nor me nor you for i am shamed by that which i bring forth and so should you to love things nothing worth | 1 |
but do thy worst to steal thyself away for term of life thou art assured mine and life no longer than thy love will stay for it depends upon that love of thine then need i not to fear the worst of wrongs when in the least of them my life hath end i see a better state to me belongs than that which on thy humour doth depend thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind since that my life on thy revolt doth lie o what a happy title do i find happy to have thy love happy to die but whats so blessedfair that fears no blot thou mayst be false and yet i know it not | 0 |
what is your substance whereof are you made that millions of strange shadows on you tend since every one hath every one one shade and you but one can every shadow lend describe adonis and the counterfeit is poorly imitated after you on helens cheek all art of beauty set and you in grecian tires are painted new speak of the spring and foison of the year the one doth shadow of your beauty show the other as your bounty doth appear and you in every blessed shape we know in all external grace you have some part but you like none none you for constant heart | 0 |
he saw her from the bottom of the stairs before she saw him she was starting down looking back over her shoulder at some fear she took a doubtful step and then undid it to raise herself and look again he spoke advancing toward her what is it you see from up there alwaysfor i want to know she turned and sank upon her skirts at that and her face changed from terrified to dull he said to gain time what is it you see mounting until she cowered under him i will find out nowyou must tell me dear she in her place refused him any help with the least stiffening of her neck and silence she let him look sure that he wouldnt see blind creature and awhile he didnt see but at last he murmured oh and again oh what is itwhat she said just that i see you dont she challenged tell me what it is the wonder is i didnt see at once i never noticed it from here before i must be wonted to itthats the reason the little graveyard where my people are so small the window frames the whole of it not so much larger than a bedroom is it there are three stones of slate and one of marble broadshouldered little slabs there in the sunlight on the sidehill we havent to mind those but i understand it is not the stones
but the childs mound dont dont dont dont she cried she withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm that rested on the bannister and slid downstairs and turned on him with such a daunting look he said twice over before he knew himself cant a man speak of his own child hes lost not you oh wheres my hat oh i dont need it i must get out of here i must get air i dont know rightly whether any man can amy dont go to someone else this time listen to me i wont come down the stairs he sat and fixed his chin between his fists theres something i should like to ask you dear you dont know how to ask it help me then her fingers moved the latch for all reply my words are nearly always an offense i dont know how to speak of anything so as to please you but i might be taught i should suppose i cant say i see how a man must partly give up being a man with womenfolk we could have some arrangement by which id bind myself to keep hands off anything special youre amind to name though i dont like such things twixt those that love two that dont love cant live together without them but two that do cant live together with them she moved the latch a little dontdont go dont carry it to someone else this time tell me about it if its something human let me into your grief im not so much unlike other folks as your standing there apart would make me out give me my chance i do think though you overdo it a little what was it brought you up to think it the thing to take your motherloss of a first child so inconsolablyin the face of love youd think his memory might be satisfied there you go sneering now im not im not you make me angry ill come down to you god what a woman and its come to this a man cant speak of his own child thats dead you cant because you dont know how to speak if you had any feelings you that dug with your own handhow could youhis little grave i saw you from that very window there making the gravel leap and leap in air leap up like that like that and land so lightly and roll back down the mound beside the hole i thought who is that man i didnt know you and i crept down the stairs and up the stairs to look again and still your spade kept lifting then you came in i heard your rumbling voice out in the kitchen and i dont know why but i went near to see with my own eyes you could sit there with the stains on your shoes of the fresh earth from your own babys grave and talk about your everyday concerns you had stood the spade up against the wall outside there in the entry for i saw it i shall laugh the worst laugh i ever laughed im cursed god if i dont believe im cursed i can repeat the very words you were saying three foggy mornings and one rainy day will rot the best birch fence a man can build think of it talk like that at such a time what had how long it takes a birch to rot to do with what was in the darkened parlor you couldnt care the nearest friends can go with anyone to death comes so far short they might as well not try to go at all no from the time when one is sick to death one is alone and he dies more alone friends make pretense of following to the grave but before one is in it their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand but the worlds evil i wont have grief so if i can change it oh i wont i wont there you have said it all and you feel better you wont go now youre crying close the door the hearts gone out of it why keep it up amy theres someone coming down the road youoh you think the talk is all i must go somewhere out of this house how can i make you ifyoudo she was opening the door wider where do you mean to go first tell me that ill follow and bring you back by force i will | 1 |
froggy went a courtin’ and he did ride uhhuh froggy went a courtin’ and he did ride uhhuh froggy went a courtin’ and he did ride with a sword and a pistol by his side uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh he rode right up to miss mousie’s door uhhuh he rode right up to miss mousie’s door uhhuh he rode right up to miss mousie’s door gave three loud raps and a very big roar uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh he said “miss mouse will you marry me uhhuh he said “miss mouse will you marry me uhhuh he said “miss mouse will you marry me and oh so happy we will be uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh “not without uncle rat’s consent” uhhuh “not without uncle rat’s consent” uhhuh “not without uncle rat’s consent” “would i marry the president” uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh uncle rat he went downtown uhhuh uncle rat he went downtown uhhuh uncle rat he went downtown to buy his niece a wedding gown uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh where shall the wedding supper be uhhuh where shall the wedding supper be uhhuh where shall the wedding supper be way down yonder in the hollow tree uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh the first to come in was a bumble bee uhhuh the first to come in was a bumble bee uhhuh the first to come in was a bumble bee with a big bass fiddle on his knee uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh next to come in was the big black snake uhhuh next to come in was the big black snake uhhuh next to come in was the big black snake he gobbled down the wedding cake uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh little bit of biscuit on the shelf uhhuh little bit of biscuit on the shelf uhhuh little bit of biscuit on the shelf if you want anymore you can sing it yourself uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh | 1 |
draw a pail of water for my lady’s daughter my father’s a king and my mother’s a queen my two little sisters are dressed in green stamping grass and parsley marigold leaves and daisies one rush two rush pray thee fine lady come under my bush draw a bucket of water for my lady’s daughter one in a rush and two in a rush and the first old lady pops under draw a bucket of water for my lady’s daughter one in a rush and two in a rush and the second old lady pops under draw a bucket of water for my lady’s daughter one in a rush and two in a rush and the third old lady pops under draw a bucket of water for my lady’s daughter one in a rush and two in a rush and the fourth old lady pops under draw a bucket of water for my lady’s daughter one in a rush and two in a rush and we all pop out | 1 |
lift ev’ry voice and sing ‘til earth and heaven ring ring with the harmonies of liberty let our rejoicing rise high as the list’ning skies let it resound loud as the rolling sea sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us facing the rising sun of our new day begun let us march on ’til victory is won stony the road we trod bitter the chastening rod felt in the days when hope unborn had died yet with a steady beat have not our weary feet come to the place for which our fathers sighed we have come over a way that with tears has been watered we have come treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered out from the gloomy past ‘til now we stand at last where the white gleam of our bright star is cast god of our weary years god of our silent tears thou who has brought us thus far on the way thou who has by thy might led us into the light keep us forever in the path we pray lest our feet stray from the places our god where we met thee lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world we forget thee shadowed beneath thy hand may we forever stand true to our god true to our native land | 0 |
was it the proud full sail of his great verse bound for the prize of all too precious you that did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse making their tomb the womb wherein they grew was it his spirit by spirits taught to write above a mortal pitch that struck me dead no neither he nor his compeers by night giving him aid my verse astonished he nor that affable familiar ghost which nightly gulls him with intelligence as victors of my silence cannot boast i was not sick of any fear from thence but when your countenance filled up his line then lacked i matter that enfeebled mine | 0 |
thy bosom is endeared with all hearts which i by lacking have supposed dead and there reigns love and all loves loving parts and all those friends which i thought buried how many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stoln from mine eye as interest of the dead which now appear but things removed that hidden in thee lie thou art the grave where buried love doth live hung with the trophies of my lovers gone who all their parts of me to thee did give that due of many now is thine alone their images i loved i view in thee and thou all they hast all the all of me | 0 |
the farmhouse lingers though averse to square with the new city street it has to wear a number in but what about the brook that held the house as in an elbowcrook i ask as one who knew the brook its strength and impulse having dipped a finger length and made it leap my knuckle having tossed a flower to try its currents where they crossed the meadow grass could be cemented down from growing under pavements of a town the apple trees be sent to hearthstone flame is water wood to serve a brook the same how else dispose of an immortal force no longer needed staunch it at its source with cinder loads dumped down the brook was thrown deep in a sewer dungeon under stone in fetid darkness still to live and run and all for nothing it had ever done except forget to go in fear perhaps no one would know except for ancient maps that such a brook ran water but i wonder if from its being kept forever under the thoughts may not have risen that so keep this newbuilt city from both work and sleep | 0 |
oh shall i tell you mama what is causing my torment daddy wants me to reason like a big big person but i say that candies are worth more than the reason | 0 |
diddle diddle dumpling my son john went to bed with his trousers on one shoe off one shoe on diddle diddle dumpling my son john diddle diddle dumpling my son john went to bed with his britches on one shoe off and one shoe on diddle diddle dumpling my son john deedle deedle dumpling my son john went to bed with his stockings on one shoe off and one shoe on deedle deedle dumpling my son john | 0 |
she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes when she comes she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes she’ll be coming ’round the mountain she’ll be coming ’round the mountain she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes she’ll be huffin’ and apuffin’… oh we’ll all come out to meet her … we will kill the old red rooster… she’ll be wearing pink pajamas… plus some bawdy ones everybody asks her did she come everybody asks her did she come they wouldn’t have to mention if they only paid attention everybody asks her did she come she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely titi she’s got a lovely titi she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth she’s got a lovely bottom she’s got a lovely bottom she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth | 1 |
bow wow wow whose dog art thou little tom tinkers dog bow wow wow | 0 |
beans beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you toot the more you toot the better you feel so let’s have beans for every meal | 0 |
the lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown the lion beat the unicorn all around the town some gave them white bread and some gave them brown some gave them plum cake and drummed them out of town and when he had beat him out he beat him in again he beat him three times over his power to maintain | 0 |
so am i as the rich whose blessed key can bring him to his sweet uplocked treasure the which he will not every hour survey for blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare since seldom coming in the long year set like stones of worth they thinly placed are or captain jewels in the carcanet so is the time that keeps you as my chest or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide to make some special instant specialblest by new unfolding his imprisoned pride blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope being had to triumph being lacked to hope | 0 |
the cockroach the cockroach can’t walk anymore because it doesn’t have because it’s missing two little back legs people they say the cockroach is a very small animal and when it gets into a house it’ll soon be the master of it all when a boy loves a girl and she doesn’t love him back it’s the same as if a bald man finds a comb on the railroad track my neighbor across the street had lady claire as her name and if she hadn’t died she still would be called the same when rita was bathing in the san fernando river the cockroach stung her but she kept on swimming | 0 |
there was a man in our town and he was wondrous wise he jumped into a bramblebush and scratched out both his eyes and when he saw his eyes were out with all his might and main he jumped into another bush and scratched them in again | 0 |
if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops so what a rain that would be standing outside with my mouth open wide ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops oh what a rain that would be i can get working oh look at that he hope he gets everybody oh come on if all the snowflakes were candy bars and milkshakes oh what a snow that would be standing outside with my mouth open wide ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah if all the snowflakes were candy bars and milkshakes oh what a snow that would be yum this is more milky yeah if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops oh what a rain that would be everybody standing outside with my mouth open wide ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops oh what a rain that would be i’d be outside all day me too | 0 |
i know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake goofy as a goon and silly as a loon some call it pretty others call it crazy but they all sing this tune mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey a kiddley divey too wouldn’t you yes mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey a kiddley divey too wouldn’t you if the words sound queer and funny to your ear a little bit jumbled and jivey sing “mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy” oh mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey a kiddley divey too wouldn’t you a kiddley divey too wouldn’t you | 0 |
by june our brooks run out of song and speed sought for much after that it will be found either to have gone groping underground and taken with it all the hyla breed that shouted in the mist a month ago like ghost of sleighbells in a ghost of snow or flourished and come up in jewelweed weak foliage that is blown upon and bent even against the way its waters went its bed is left a faded paper sheet of dead leaves stuck together by the heat a brook to none but who remember long this as it will be seen is other far than with brooks taken otherwhere in song we love the things we love for what they are | 0 |
there were ten in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were nine in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were eight in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were seven in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were six in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were five in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were four in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were three in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there were two in the bed and the little one said “roll over roll over” so they all rolled over and one fell out there was one in the bed and the little one said “alone at last” “good night” the ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah the ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah the ants go marching one by one the little one stops to suck his thumb and they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain boom boom boom …two…tie her shoe… …three…climb a tree… …four…shut the door… …five…take a dive… …six…pick up sticks… …seven…pray to heaven… …eight…check the gate… …nine…check the time… …ten…say “the end” | 0 |
no longer mourn for me when i am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that i am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell nay if you read this line remember not the hand that writ it for i love you so that i in your sweet thoughts would be forgot if thinking on me then should make you woe o if i say you look upon this verse when i perhaps compounded am with clay do not so much as my poor name rehearse but let your love even with my life decay lest the wise world should look into your moan and mock you with me after i am gone | 0 |
they that have power to hurt and will do none that do not do the thing they most do show who moving others are themselves as stone unmoved cold and to temptation slow they rightly do inherit heavens graces and husband natures riches from expense they are the lords and owners of their faces others but stewards of their excellence the summers flower is to the summer sweet though to itself it only live and die but if that flower with base infection meet the basest weed outbraves his dignity for sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds | 0 |
the heart can think of no devotion greater than being shore to ocean holding the curve of one position counting an endless repetition old davis owned a solid mica mountain in dalton that would someday make his fortune thered been some boston people out to see it and experts said that deep down in the mountain the mica sheets were big as plateglass windows hed like to take me there and show it to me ill tell you what you show me you remember you said you knew the place where once on kinsman the early mormons made a settlement and built a stone baptismal font outdoors but smith or someone called them off the mountain to go west to a worse fight with the desert you said youd seen the stone baptismal font
well take me there someday i will today huh that old bathtub what is that to see
lets talk about it lets go see the place to shut you up ill tell you what ill do ill find that fountain if it takes all summer and both of our united strengths to do it youve lost it then not so but i can find it no doubt its grown up some to woods around it the mountain may have shifted since i saw it in eightyfive as long ago as that if i remember rightly it had sprung a leak and emptied then and forty years can do a good deal to bad masonry you wont see any mormon swimming in it but you have said it and were off to find it old as i am im going to let myself be dragged by you all over everywhere i thought you were a guide i am a guide and thats why i cant decently refuse you we made a day of it out of the world ascending to descend to reascend the old man seriously took his bearings and spoke his doubts in every open place we came out on a lookoff where we faced a cliff and on the cliff a bottle painted or stained by vegetation from above a likeness to surprise the thrilly tourist well if i havent brought you to the fountain at least ive brought you to the famous bottle i wont accept the substitute its empty sos everything i want my fountain i guess youd find the fountain just as empty and anyway this tells me where i am hadnt you long suspected where you were you mean miles from that mormon settlement look here you treat your guide with due respect if you dont want to spend the night outdoors i vow we must be near the place from where the two converging slides the avalanches on marshall look like donkeys ears we may as well see that and save the day dont donkeys ears suggest we shake our own for gods sake arent you fond of viewing nature you dont like nature all you like is books what signify a donkeys cars and bottle however natural give you your books well then right here is where i show you books come straight down off this mountain just as fast as we can fall and keep abouncing on our feet its hell for knees unless done hellforleather be ready i thought for almost anything we struck a road i didnt recognize but welcomed for the chance to lave my shoes in dust once more we followed this a mile perhaps to where it ended at a house i didnt know was there it was the kind to bring me to for broadboard paneling i never saw so good a house deserted excuse me if i ask you in a window that happens to be broken davis said the outside doors as yet have held against us i want to introduce you to the people who used to live here they were robinsons you must have heard of clara robinson the poetess who wrote the book of verses and had it published it was all about the posies on her inner windowsill and the birds on her outer windowsill and how she tended both or had them tended she never tended anything herself she was shut in for life she lived her whole life long in bed and wrote her things in bed ill show you how she had her sills extended to entertain the birds and hold the flowers our business firsts up attic with her books we trod uncomfortably on crunching glass through a house stripped of everything except it seemed the poetesss poems books i should say if books are what is needed a whole edition in a packing case that overflowing like a horn of plenty or like the poetesss heart of love had spilled them near the window toward the light where driven rain had wet and swollen them enough to stock a village library unfortunately all of one kind though they bad been brought home from some publisher and taken thus into the family boys and bad hunters had known what to do with stone and lead to unprotected glass shatter it inward on the unswept floors how had the tender verse escaped their outrage by being invisible for what it was or else by some remoteness that defied them to find out what to do to hurt a poem yet oh the tempting flatness of a book to send it sailing out the attic window till it caught wind and opening out its covers tried to improve on sailing like a tile by flying like a bird silent in flight but all the burden of its body song only to tumble like a stricken bird and lie in stones and bushes unretrieved books were not thrown irreverently about they simply lay where someone now and then having tried one had dropped it at his feet and left it lying where it fell rejected here were all those the poetesss life had been too short to sell or give away take one old davis bade me graciously why not take two or three take all you want goodlooking books like that he picked one fresh in virgin wrapper from deep in the box and stroked it with a hornyhanded kindness he read in one and i read in another both either looking for or finding something the attic wasps went missing by like bullets i was soon satisfied for the time being all the way home i kept remembering the small book in my pocket it was there the poetess had sighed i knew in heaven at having eased her heart of one more copy legitimately my demand upon her though slight was a demand she felt the tug in time she would be rid of all her books | 1 |
there was an old woman lived under the hill and if shes not gone she lives there still baked apples she sold and cranberry pies and shes the old woman that never told lies | 1 |
thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear thy dial how thy precious minutes waste the vacant leaves thy minds imprint will bear and of this book this learning mayst thou taste the wrinkles which thy glass will truly show of mouthed graves will give thee memory thou by thy dials shady stealth mayst know times thievish progress to eternity look what thy memory cannot contain commit to these waste blanks and thou shalt find those children nursed delivered from thy brain to take a new acquaintance of thy mind these offices so oft as thou wilt look shall profit thee and much enrich thy book | 0 |
i had a little hen the prettiest ever seen she washed me the dishes and kept the house clean she went to the mill to fetch me some flour and always got home in less than an hour she baked me my bread she brewed me my ale she sat by the fire and told many a fine tale | 1 |
the city had withdrawn into itself and left at last the country to the country when between whirls of snow not come to lie and whirls of foliage not yet laid there drove a stranger to our yard who looked the city yet did in country fashion in that there he sat and waited till he drew us out abuttoning coats to ask him who he was he proved to be the city come again to look for something it had left behind and could not do without and keep its christmas he asked if i would sell my christmas trees my woods the young fir balsams like a place where houses all are churches and have spires i hadnt thought of them as christmas trees i doubt if i was tempted for a moment to sell them off their feet to go in cars and leave the slope behind the house all bare where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon id hate to have them know it if i was yet more id hate to hold my trees except as others hold theirs or refuse for them beyond the time of profitable growth the trial by market everything must come to i dallied so much with the thought of selling then whether from mistaken courtesy and fear of seeming short of speech or whether from hope of hearing good of what was mine i said there arent enough to be worth while i could soon tell how many they would cut you let me look them over but dont expect im going to let you have them pasture they spring in some in clumps too close that lop each other of boughs but not a few quite solitary and having equal boughs all round and round the latter he nodded yes to or paused to say beneath some lovelier one with a buyers moderation that would do i thought so too but wasnt there to say so we climbed the pasture on the south crossed over and came down on the north a thousand christmas trees at what apiece he felt some need of softening that to me a thousand trees would come to thirty dollars then i was certain i had never meant to let him have them never show surprise but thirty dollars seemed so small beside the extent of pasture i should strip three cents for that was all they figured out apiece three cents so small beside the dollar friends i should be writing to within the hour would pay in cities for good trees like those regular vestrytrees whole sunday schools could hang enough on to pick off enough a thousand christmas trees i didnt know i had worth three cents more to give away than sell as may be shown by a simple calculation too bad i couldnt lay one in a letter i cant help wishing i could send you one in wishing you herewith a merry christmas | 0 |
half a pound of tuppenny rice half a pound of treacle that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel up and down the city road in and out the eagle that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel all around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel the monkey stopped to pull up his sock pop goes the weasel half a pound of tuppenny rice half a pound of treacle mix it up and make it nice pop goes the weasel | 0 |
that you were once unkind befriends me now and for that sorrow which i then did feel needs must i under my transgression bow unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel for if you were by my unkindness shaken as i by yours youve passed a hell of time and i a tyrant have no leisure taken to weigh how once i suffered in your crime o that our night of woe might have remembered my deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits and soon to you as you to me then tendered the humble salve which wounded bosoms fits but that your trespass now becomes a fee mine ransoms yours and yours must ransom me | 0 |
how oft when thou my music music playst upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds with thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst the wiry concord that mine ear confounds do i envy those jacks that nimble leap to kiss the tender inward of thy hand whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap at the woods boldness by thee blushing stand to be so tickled they would change their state and situation with those dancing chips oer whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait making dead wood more blessd than living lips since saucy jacks so happy are in this give them thy fingers me thy lips to kiss | 1 |
woman who turns love into a prayer song woman who turns life into an enchanted melody woman with a profound gaze with a velvety smile woman who is a mother and wife and loved by all woman who gives herself completely who surrenders without measure woman who embraces the world and makes everyone smile woman who is fragile and strong delicate and determined woman who is fire and wind and never gives up woman such a special being with so many qualities woman who is life and love and shines in eternity | 1 |
handy spandy jackadandy loves plum cake and sugar candy he bought some at the grocers shop and out he came hop hop hop | 0 |
whilst i alone did call upon thy aid my verse alone had all thy gentle grace but now my gracious numbers are decayed and my sick muse doth give an other place i grant sweet love thy lovely argument deserves the travail of a worthier pen yet what of thee thy poet doth invent he robs thee of and pays it thee again he lends thee virtue and he stole that word from thy behaviour beauty doth he give and found it in thy cheek he can afford no praise to thee but what in thee doth live then thank him not for that which he doth say since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay | 0 |
thou blind fool love what dost thou to mine eyes that they behold and see not what they see they know what beauty is see where it lies yet what the best is take the worst to be if eyes corrupt by overpartial looks be anchored in the bay where all men ride why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hooks whereto the judgment of my heart is tied why should my heart think that a several plot which my heart knows the wide worlds common place or mine eyes seeing this say this is not to put fair truth upon so foul a face in things right true my heart and eyes have erred and to this false plague are they now transferred | 0 |
on the bridge of avignon we’re all dancing we’re all dancing on the bridge of avignon we all dance in circles the fine gentlemen go like this and then again like this the beautiful ladies go like this and then again like that the young girls go like this and then like that the musicians go like this and then like that | 0 |
roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you | 0 |
oh danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountain side the summer’s gone and all the roses falling it’s you it’s you must go and i must bide but come ye back when summer’s in the meadow or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow it’s i’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow— oh danny boy o danny boy i love you so but when ye come and all the flowers are dying if i am dead as dead i well may be ye’ll come and find the place where i am lying and kneel and say an avè there for me and i shall hear though soft you tread above me and all my grave will warmer sweeter be for you will bend and tell me that you love me and i shall sleep in peace until you come to me | 0 |
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