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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
there was an old woman who lived in a shoe she had so many children she didn’t know what to do she gave them some broth without any bread then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed	1
the lads in their hundreds to ludlow come in for the fair there’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold the lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there and there with the rest are the lads that will never be old there’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart and many to count are the stalwart and many the brave and many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart and few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave i wish one could know them i wish there were tokens to tell the fortunate fellows that now you can never discern and then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell and watch them depart on the way that they will not return but now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan and brushing your elbow unguessedat and not to be told they carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man	1
goosey goosey gander whither shall i wander upstairs and downstairs and in my ladys chamber there i met an old man who wouldnt say his prayers so i took him by his left leg and threw him down the stair	0
that thou hast her it is not all my grief and yet it may be said i loved her dearly that she hath thee is of my wailing chief a loss in love that touches me more nearly loving offenders thus i will excuse ye thou dost love her because thou knowst i love her and for my sake even so doth she abuse me suffering my friend for my sake to approve her if i lose thee my loss is my loves gain and losing her my friend hath found that loss both find each other and i lose both twain and both for my sake lay on me this cross but heres the joy my friend and i are one sweet flattery then she loves but me alone	0
little jack horner sat in the corner eating of christmas pie he put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said what a good boy am i	0
woman is the future of man when she goes all goes well with her charm and grace she soothes hearts and minds woman is sweet and docile she dedicates and sacrifices herself she is made to love and be loved to please and to seduce woman is fragile and delicate she needs protection and care she is a muse an inspiration for the man in search of happiness woman is mysterious and enchanting she hides secrets and desires she is the mystery to be unveiled to find the meaning of life woman is the essence of beauty she is grace personified she illuminates the world with her presence and makes hearts beat in rhythm	1
sally go round the sun sally go round the moon sally go round the chimney pots on a sunday afternoon	0
back out of all this now too much for us back in a time made simple by the loss of detail burned dissolved and broken off like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather there is a house that is no more a house upon a farm that is no more a farm and in a town that is no more a town the road there if youll let a guide direct you who only has at heart your getting lost may seem as if it should have been a quarry great monolithic knees the former town long since gave up pretense of keeping covered and theres a story in a book about it besides the wear of iron wagon wheels the ledges show lines ruled southeastnorthwest the chisel work of an enormous glacier that braced his feet against the arctic pole you must not mind a certain coolness from him still said to haunt this side of panther mountain nor need you mind the serial ordeal of being watched from forty cellar holes as if by eye pairs out of forty firkins as for the woods excitement over you that sends light rustle rushes to their leaves charge that to upstart inexperience where were they all not twenty years ago they think too much of having shaded out a few old peckerfretted apple trees make yourself up a cheering song of how someones road home from work this once was who may be just ahead of you on foot or creaking with a buggy load of grain the height of the adventure is the height of country where two village cultures faded into each other both of them are lost and if youre lost enough to find yourself by now pull in your ladder road behind you and put a sign up closed to all but me then make yourself at home the only field now lefts no bigger than a harness gall first theres the childrens house of makebelieve some shattered dishes underneath a pine the playthings in the playhouse of the children weep for what little things could make them glad then for the house that is no more a house but only a belilaced cellar hole now slowly closing like a dent in dough this was no playhouse but a house in earnest your destination and your destinys a brook that was the water of the house cold as a spring as yet so near its source too lofty and original to rage we know the valley streams that when aroused will leave their tatters hung on barb and thorn i have kept hidden in the instep arch of an old cedar at the waterside a broken drinking goblet like the grail under a spell so the wrong ones cant find it so cant get saved as saint mark says they mustnt i stole the goblet from the childrens playhouse here are your waters and your watering place drink and be whole again beyond confusion	0
o how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give the rose looks fair but fairer we it deem for that sweet odour which doth in it live the canker blooms have full as deep a dye as the perfumed tincture of the roses hang on such thorns and play as wantonly when summers breath their masked buds discloses but for their virtue only is their show they live unwood and unrespected fade die to themselves sweet roses do not so of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made and so of you beauteous and lovely youth when that shall vade my verse distills your truth	0
abortions will not let you forget you remember the children you got that you did not get the damp small pulps with a little or with no hair the singers and workers that never handled the air you will never neglect or beat them or silence or buy with a sweet you will never wind up the suckingthumb or scuttle off ghosts that come you will never leave them controlling your luscious sigh return for a snack of them with gobbling mothereye i have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children i have contracted i have eased my dim dears at the breasts they could never suck i have said sweets if i sinned if i seized your luck and your lives from your unfinished reach if i stole your births and your names your straight baby tears and your games your stilted or lovely loves your tumults your marriages aches and your deaths if i poisoned the beginnings of your breaths though why should i whine whine that the crime was other than mine since anyhow you are dead or rather or instead you were never made but that too i am afraid is faulty oh what shall i say how is the truth to be said you were born you had body you died it is just that you never giggled or planned or cried believe me i loved you all believe me i knew you though faintly and i loved i loved you all	1
the little lovegod lying once asleep laid by his side his heartinflaming brand whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep came tripping by but in her maiden hand the fairest votary took up that fire which many legions of true hearts had warmed and so the general of hot desire was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed this brand she quenched in a cool well by which from loves fire took heat perpetual growing a bath and healthful remedy for men diseased but i my mistress thrall came there for cure and this by that i prove loves fire heats water water cools not love	1
over the river and through the woods to grandfather’s house we go the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh thru the white and drifted snow oh over the river and thru the woods oh how the wind does blow it stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go over the river and thru the wood to have a firstrate play oh hear the bell ring “tingalingling” hurrah for thanksgiving dayay over the river and thru the woods trot fast my dapple gray spring over the ground like a hunting hound for this is thanksgiving day over the river and through the woods and straight through the barnyard gate we seem to go extremely slow it is so hard to wait over the river and through the woods now grandmother’s cap i spy hurrah for fun is the pudding done hurrah for the pumpkin pie over the river and through the wood to grandfather’s house we go the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow over the river and through the wood to grandfather’s house away we would not stop for doll or top for this is thanksgiving day over the river and through the wood oh how the wind does blow it stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go over the river and through the wood with a clear blue winter sky the dogs do bark and children hark as we go jingling by over the river and through the wood to have a firstrate play hear the bells ring “tingalingling” hurray for thanksgiving day over the river and through the wood no matter for winds that blow or if we get the sleigh upset into a bank of snow over the river and through the wood to see little john and ann we will kiss them all and play snowball and stay as long as we can over the river and through the wood trot fast my dapple grey spring over the ground like a hunting hound for this is thanksgiving day over the river and through the wood and straight through the barnyard gate we seem to go extremely slow it is so hard to wait over the river and through the wood old jowler hears our bells he shakes his pow with a loud bowwow and thus the news he tells over the river and through the wood when grandmother sees us come she will say “oh dear the children are here bring a pie for every one” over the river and through the wood now grandmother’s cap i spy hurrah for the fun is the pudding done hurrah for the pumpkin pie	0
how like a winter hath my absence been from thee the pleasure of the fleeting year what freezings have i felt what dark days seen what old decembers bareness everywhere and yet this time removed was summers time the teeming autumn big with rich increase bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowd wombs after their lords decease yet this abundant issue seemed to me but hope of orphans and unfathered fruit for summer and his pleasures wait on thee and thou away the very birds are mute or if they sing tis with so dull a cheer that leaves look pale dreading the winters near	1
where art thou muse that thou forgetst so long to speak of that which gives thee all thy might spendst thou thy fury on some worthless song darkening thy power to lend base subjects light return forgetful muse and straight redeem in gentle numbers time so idly spent sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem and gives thy pen both skill and argument rise resty muse my loves sweet face survey if time have any wrinkle graven there if any be a satire to decay and make times spoils despised every where give my love fame faster than time wastes life so thou preventst his scythe and crooked knife	0
when to the sessions of sweet silent thought i summon up remembrance of things past i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought and with old woes new wail my dear times waste then can i drown an eye unused to flow for precious friends hid in deaths dateless night and weep afresh loves long since cancelled woe and moan the expense of many a vanished sight then can i grieve at grievances foregone and heavily from woe to woe tell oer the sad account of forebemoaned moan which i new pay as if not paid before but if the while i think on thee dear friend all losses are restord and sorrows end	0
o what can ail thee knightatarms alone and palely loitering the sedge has withered from the lake and no birds sing o what can ail thee knightatarms so haggard and so woebegone the squirrel’s granary is full and the harvest’s done i see a lily on thy brow with anguish moist and feverdew and on thy cheeks a fading rose fast withereth too i met a lady in the meads full beautiful—a faery’s child her hair was long her foot was light and her eyes were wild i made a garland for her head and bracelets too and fragrant zone she looked at me as she did love and made sweet moan i set her on my pacing steed and nothing else saw all day long for sidelong would she bend and sing a faery’s song she found me roots of relish sweet and honey wild and mannadew and sure in language strange she said— ‘i love thee true’ she took me to her elfin grot and there she wept and sighed full sore and there i shut her wild wild eyes with kisses four and there she lullèd me asleep and there i dreamed—ah woe betide— the latest dream i ever dreamt on the cold hill side i saw pale kings and princes too pale warriors deathpale were they all they cried—‘la belle dame sans merci thee hath in thrall’ i saw their starved lips in the gloam with horrid warning gapèd wide and i awoke and found me here on the cold hill’s side and this is why i sojourn here alone and palely loitering though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing	1
georgie porgie pudding and pie kissed the girls and made them cry when the boys came out to play georgie porgie ran away	1
jacky come give me your fiddle if ever you mean to thrive nay ill not give my fiddle to any man alive	0
who is it that says most which can say more than this rich praise that you alone are you in whose confine immured is the store which should example where your equal grew lean penury within that pen doth dwell that to his subject lends not some small glory but he that writes of you if he can tell that you are you so dignifies his story let him but copy what in you is writ not making worse what nature made so clear and such a counterpart shall fame his wit making his style admired every where you to your beauteous blessings add a curse being fond on praise which makes your praises worse	0
your mistris that you follow whores still taxeth you tis strange that she should thus confesse it thoughit be true	1
when i have seen by times fell hand defaced the rich proud cost of outworn buried age when sometime lofty towers i see downrazed and brass eternal slave to mortal rage when i have seen the hungry ocean gain advantage on the kingdom of the shore and the firm soil win of the watery main increasing store with loss and loss with store when i have seen such interchange of state or state itself confounded to decay ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate that time will come and take my love away this thought is as a death which cannot choose but weep to have that which it fears to lose	0
weary with toil i haste me to my bed the dear repose for limbs with travel tired but then begins a journey in my head to work my mind when bodys works expired for then my thoughtsfrom far where i abide intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee and keep my drooping eyelids open wide looking on darkness which the blind do see save that my souls imaginary sight presents thy shadow to my sightless view which like a jewel hung in ghastly night makes black night beauteous and her old face new lo thus by day my limbs by night my mind for thee and for myself no quiet find	0
the well was dry beside the door and so we went with pail and can across the fields behind the house to seek the brook if still it ran not loth to have excuse to go because the autumn eve was fair though chill because the fields were ours and by the brook our woods were there we ran as if to meet the moon that slowly dawned behind the trees the barren boughs without the leaves without the birds without the breeze but once within the wood we paused like gnomes that hid us from the moon ready to run to hiding new with laughter when she found us soon each laid on other a staying hand to listen ere we dared to look and in the hush we joined to make we heard we knew we heard the brook a note as from a single place a slender tinkling fail that made now drops that floated on the pool like pearls and now a silver blade	0
this old man he played one he played knickknack on my thumb with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played two he played knickknack on my shoe with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played three he played knickknack on my knee with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played four he played knickknack on my door with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played five he played knickknack on my hive with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played six he played knickknack on my sticks with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played seven he played knickknack up in heaven with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played eight he played knickknack on my gate with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played nine he played knickknack on my spine with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home this old man he played ten he played knickknack once again with a knickknack paddywhack give the dog a bone this old man came rolling home	0
little tommy tittlemouse lived in a little house he caught fishes in other mens ditches	0
my sorrow when shes here with me thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be she loves the bare the withered tree she walks the sodden pasture lane her pleasure will not let me stay she talks and i am fain to list shes glad the birds are gone away shes glad her simple worsted gray is silver now with clinging mist the desolate deserted trees the faded earth the heavy sky the beauties she so truly sees she thinks i have no eye for these and vexes me for reason why not yesterday i learned to know the love of bare november days before the coming of the snow but it were vain to tell her so and they are better for her praise	0
that time of year thou mayst in me behold when yellow leaves or none or few do hang upon those boughs which shake against the cold bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang in me thou seest the twilight of such day as after sunset fadeth in the west which by and by black night doth take away deaths second self that seals up all in rest in me thou seest the glowing of such fire that on the ashes of his youth doth lie as the deathbed whereon it must expire consumed with that which it was nourishd by this thou perceivst which makes thy love more strong to love that well which thou must leave ere long	0
say that thou didst forsake me for some fault and i will comment upon that offence speak of my lameness and i straight will halt against thy reasons making no defence thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill to set a form upon desired change as ill myself disgrace knowing thy will i will acquaintance strangle and look strange be absent from thy walks and in my tongue thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell lest i too much profane should do it wrong and haply of our old acquaintance tell for thee against my self ill vow debate for i must neer love him whom thou dost hate	0
betty botter bought a bit of butter but the bit of butter was bitter so betty botter bought a bit of better butter to make the bit of bitter butter better	0
how careful was i when i took my way each trifle under truest bars to thrust that to my use it might unused stay from hands of falsehood in sure wards of trust but thou to whom my jewels trifles are most worthy comfort now my greatest grief thou best of dearest and mine only care art left the prey of every vulgar thief thee have i not locked up in any chest save where thou art not though i feel thou art within the gentle closure of my breast from whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part and even thence thou wilt be stoln i fear for truth proves thievish for a prize so dear	0
to bed to bed says sleepyhead lets stay awhile says slow put on the pot says greedysot well sup before we go	0
love at the lips was touch as sweet as i could bear and once that seemed too much i lived on air that crossed me from sweet things the flow of was it musk from hidden grapevine springs downhill at dusk i had the swirl and ache from sprays of honeysuckle that when theyre gathered shake dew on the knuckle i craved strong sweets but those seemed strong when i was young the petal of the rose it was that stung now no joy but lacks salt that is not dashed with pain and weariness and fault i crave the stain of tears the aftermark of almost too much love the sweet of bitter bark and burning clove when stiff and sore and scarred i take away my hand from leaning on it hard in grass and sand the hurt is not enough i long for weight and strength to feel the earth as rough to all my length	0
those parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend all tongues the voice of souls give thee that due uttering bare truth even so as foes commend thy outward thus with outward praise is crownd but those same tongues that give thee so thine own in other accents do this praise confound by seeing farther than the eye hath shown they look into the beauty of thy mind and that in guess they measure by thy deeds then churls their thoughts although their eyes were kind to thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds but why thy odour matcheth not thy show the soil is this that thou dost common grow	0
i dont know politics but i know the names of those in power and can repeat them like days of week or names of months beginning with nehru i amindian very brown born in malabar i speak three languages write in two dream in one dont write in english they said english is not your mothertongue why not leave me alone critics friends visiting cousins every one of you why not let me speak in any language i like the language i speak becomes mine its distortions its queernesses all mine mine alone it is half english half indian funny perhaps but it is honest it is as human as i am human dont you see it voices my joys my longings my hopes and it is useful to me as cawing is to crows or roaring to the lions it is human speech the speech of the mind that is here and not there a mind that sees and hears and is aware not the deaf blind speech of trees in storm or of monsoon clouds or of rain or the incoherent mutterings of the blazing funeral pyre i was child and later they told me i grew for i became tall my limbs swelled and one or two places sprouted hair wheni asked for love not knowing what else to ask for he drew a youth of sixteen into the bedroom and closed the door he did not beat me but my sad womanbody felt so beaten the weight of my breasts and womb crushed me i shrank pitifully then … i wore a shirt and my brothers trousers cut my hair short and ignored my womanliness dress in sarees be girl be wife they said be embroiderer be cook be a quarreller with servants fit in oh belong cried the categorizers dont sit on walls or peep in through our lacedraped windows be amy or be kamala or better still be madhavikutty it is time to choose a name a role dont play pretending games dont play at schizophrenia or be a nympho dont cry embarrassingly loud when jilted in love … i met a man loved him call him not by any name he is every man who wants a woman just as i am every woman who seeks love in him the hungry haste of rivers in me the oceans tireless waiting who are you i ask each and everyone the answer is it is i anywhere and everywhere i see the one who calls himself i in this world he is tightly packed like the sword in its sheath it is i who drink lonely drinks at twelve midnight in hotels of strange towns it is i who laugh it is i who make love and then feel shame it is i who lie dying with a rattle in my throat i am sinner i am saint i am the beloved and the betrayed i have no joys that are not yours no aches which are not yours i too call myself i	1
i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee i’m going to louisiana my true love for to see oh susanna oh don’t you cry for me for i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee it rained all night the day i left the weather it was dry the sun so hot i froze to death susanna don’t you cry oh susanna oh don’t you cry for me for i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee i had a dream the other night when everything was still i thought i saw susanna acoming down the hill oh susanna oh don’t you cry for me for i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee the buckwheat cake was in her mouth the tear was in her eye says i i’m coming from the south susanna don’t you cry oh susanna oh don’t you cry for me for i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee	0
“the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout down came the rain and washed the spider out out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again”	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 let’s strow around some crumbs of bread and then he’ll live till snow is gone	0
two loves i have of comfort and despair which like two spirits do suggest me still the better angel is a man right fair the worser spirit a woman coloured ill to win me soon to hell my female evil tempteth my better angel from my side and would corrupt my saint to be a devil wooing his purity with her foul pride and whether that my angel be turned fiend suspect i may yet not directly tell but being both from me both to each friend i guess one angel in anothers hell yet this shall i neer know but live in doubt till my bad angel fire my good one out	1
there was an old man and he had a calf and thats half he took him out of the stall and put him on the wall and thats all	0
o thou my lovely boy who in thy pow’r dost hold time’s fickle glass his sickle hour who hast by waning grown and therein show’st thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow’st— in nature sovereign mistress over wrack as thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back she keeps thee to this purpose that her skill may time disgrace and wretched minute kill yet fear her o thou minion of her pleasure she may detain but not still keep her treasure her audit though delayed answered must be and her quietus is to render thee	0
there was never a sound beside the wood but one and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground what was it it whispered i knew not well myself perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun something perhaps about the lack of sound and that was why it whispered and did not speak it was no dream of the gift of idle hours or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows not without feeblepointed spikes of flowers pale orchises and scared a bright green snake the fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows my long scythe whispered and left the hay to make	0
i wanna wish you a merry christmas i wanna wish you a merry christmas i wanna wish you a merry christmas from the bottom of my heart	0
the two gray kits and the gray kits mother all went over the bridge together the bridge broke down they all fell in may the rats go with you says tom bolin	0
twas once upon a time when jenny wren was young so daintily she danced and so prettily she sung robin redbreast lost his heart for he was a gallant bird so he doffed his hat to jenny wren requesting to be heard o dearest jenny wren if you will but be mine you shall feed on cherry pie and drink new currant wine ill dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay so dearest jen if youll be mine let us appoint the day jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind since dearest bob i love you well i take your offer kind cherry pie is very nice and so is currant wine but i must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine	1
she sells seashells by the seashore the shells she sells are seashells i’m sure so if she sells seashells on the seashore then i’m sure she sells seashore shells sally sells seashells by the seashore she sells seashells on the seashell shore the seashells she sells are seashore shells of that i’m sure she sells seashells by the seashore she hopes she will sell all her seashells soon if neither he sells seashells nor she sells seashells who shall sell seashells shall seashells be sold	0
old king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he he called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his fiddlers three every fiddler he had a fiddle and a very fine fiddle had he oh there’s none so rare as can compare with king cole and his fiddlers three good king cole and he call’d for his bowle and he call’d for fidler’s three and there was fiddle fiddle and twice fiddle fiddle for ’twas my lady’s birthday therefore we keep holyday and come to be merry old macdonald had a farm eeieeio	0
come with rain o loud southwester bring the singer bring the nester give the buried flower a dream make the settled snowbank steam find the brown beneath the white but whateer you do tonight bathe my window make it flow melt it as the ice will go melt the glass and leave the sticks like a hermits crucifix burst into my narrow stall swing the picture on the wall run the rattling pages oer scatter poems on the floor turn the poet out of door	0
unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend upon thy self thy beautys legacy natures bequest gives nothing but doth lend and being frank she lends to those are free then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse the bounteous largess given thee to give profitless usurer why dost thou use so great a sum of sums yet canst not live for having traffic with thy self alone thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive then how when nature calls thee to be gone what acceptable audit canst thou leave thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee which used lives th executor to be	1
i love to have a bath when i splash i laugh – ha ha i love to have a bath splash splash when mummy shout’s “it’s bathtime” i get excited and i just can’t hide it bathtime is my funtime i can sail away to an unknown island i’m the pirate of my ship with my crew of rubber ducks bathtime is my funtime splash splash splash splash splash i love to have a bath when i splash i laugh – ha ha i love to have a bath splash splash getting clean is so much fun i love to watch the water run with bubbles flying everywhere on my chin and in my hair splash splash splash woah i love it splash splash splash yeahhhhhh being in the bath is so much fun are you ready grab the sponge… it’s time to get clean… i love to wash my feet wash my feet wash my feet i love to wash my feet i love to wash my feet i love to wash my legs wash my legs wash my legs i love to wash my legs i love to wash my legs i love to wash my arms wash my arms wash my arms i love to wash my arms i love to wash my arms splash splash i love to have a bath when i splash i laugh – ha ha i love to have a bath splash splash the time has come to wash my hair shampoo bubbles everywhere it smell’s so sweet – i’m nearly done bathtime has been so much fun i pull the plug and give a cheer i watch the water disappear it feels so good to be so clean what a fun time it has been	0
this girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did peepee and miniature ge stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy then in the magic of puberty a classmate said you have a great big nose and fat legs she was healthy tested intelligent possessed strong arms and back abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity she went to and fro apologizing everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs she was advised to play coy exhorted to come on hearty exercise diet smile and wheedle her good nature wore out like a fan belt so she cut off her nose and her legs and offered them up in the casket displayed on satin she lay with the undertakers cosmetics painted on a turnedup putty nose dressed in a pink and white nightie doesnt she look pretty everyone said consummation at last to every woman a happy ending	1
fred where is north north north is there my love the brook runs west westrunning brook then call it westrunning brook men call it to this day what does it think ks doing running west when all the other country brooks flow east to reach the ocean it must be the brook can trust itself to go by contraries the way i can with you and you with me because were were i dont know what we are what are we young or new we must be something weve said we two lets change that to we three as you and i are married to each other well both be married to the brook well build our bridge across it and the bridge shall be our arm thrown over it asleep beside it look look its waving to us with a wave to let us know it hears me why my dear that waves been standing off this jut of shore the black stream catching a sunken rock flung backward on itself in one white wave and the white water rode the black forever not gaining but not losing like a bird white feathers from the struggle of whose breast flecked the dark stream and flecked the darker pool below the point and were at last driven wrinkled in a white scarf against the far shore alders that waves been standing off this jut of shore ever since rivers i was going to say were made in heaven it wasnt waved to us it wasnt yet it was if not to you it was to me in an annunciation oh if you take it off to ladyland ast were the country of the amazons we men must see you to the confines of and leave you there ourselves forbid to enter it is your brook i have no more to say yes you have too go on you thought of something speaking of contraries see how the brook in that white wave runs counter to itself it is from that in water we were from long long before we were from any creature here we in our impatience of the steps get back to the beginning of beginnings the stream of everything that runs away some say existence like a pirouot and pirouette forever in one place stands still and dances but it runs away it seriously sadly runs away to fill the abyss void with emptiness it flows beside us in this water brook but it flows over us it flows between us to separate us for a panic moment it flows between us over us and with us and it is time strength tone light life and love and even substance lapsing unsubstantial the universal cataract of death that spends to nothingness and unresisted save by some strange resistance in itself not just a swerving but a throwing back as if regret were in it and were sacred it has this throwing backward on itself so that the fall of most of it is always raising a little sending up a little our life runs down in sending up the clock the brook runs down in sending up our life the sun runs down in sending up the brook and there is something sending up the sun it is this backward motion toward the source against the stream that most we see ourselves in the tribute of the current to the source it is from this in nature we are from it is most us today will be the dayyou said so no today will be the day you said the brook was called westrunning brook today will be the day of what we both said	0
solomon grundy born on a monday christened on tuesday married on wednesday took ill on thursday grew worse on friday died on saturday buried on sunday that was the end of solomon grundy	0
it so happens i am sick of being a man and it happens that i walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up waterproof like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes the smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs the only thing i want is to lie still like stones or wool the only thing i want is to see no more stores no gardens no more goods no spectacles no elevators it so happens i am sick of my feet and my nails and my hair and my shadow it so happens i am sick of being a man still it would be marvelous to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily or kill a nun with a blow on the ear it would be great to go through the streets with a green knife letting out yells until i died of the cold i don’t want to go on being a root in the dark insecure stretched out shivering with sleep going on down into the moist guts of the earth taking in and thinking eating every day i don’t want so much misery i don’t want to go on as a root and a tomb alone under the ground a warehouse with corpses half frozen dying of grief that’s why monday when it sees me coming with my convict face blazes up like gasoline and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night and it pushes me into certain corners into some moist houses into hospitals where the bones fly out the window into shoeshops that smell like vinegar and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin there are sulphurcolored birds and hideous intestines hanging over the doors of houses that i hate and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot there are mirrors that ought to have wept from shame and terror there are umbrellas everywhere and venoms and umbilical cords i stroll along serenely with my eyes my shoes my rage forgetting everything i walk by going through office buildings and orthopedic shops and courtyards with washing hanging from the line underwear towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling	1
that thou art blamed shall not be thy defect for slanders mark was ever yet the fair the ornament of beauty is suspect a crow that flies in heavens sweetest air so thou be good slander doth but approve thy worth the greater being wooed of time for canker vice the sweetest buds doth love and thou presentst a pure unstained prime thou hast passed by the ambush of young days either not assailed or victor being charged yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise to tie up envy evermore enlarged if some suspect of ill masked not thy show then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe	0
i love oranges they’re orange and round i really love them they’re juicy and sweet and so tasty oranges are great for me bananas bananas bananas they’re scrumptious and my favourite they’re curved and yellow with a very thick skin bananas are great for me there are so many different kinds of fruit can you name a few bananas kiwis strawberries peaches apples so many different colours shapes and sizes cherries grapes melons pears pineapples and more strawberries are really yummy they make me want to rub my tummy they’re red and juicy and so tasty strawberries are great for me grapes grapes grapes are in bunches they come in different colours black red or green they’re very small and tasteful an easy snack grapes are great for me there are so many different kinds of fruit can you name a few bananas kiwis strawberries peaches apples so many different colours shapes and sizes cherries grapes melons pears pineapples and more i love watermelon it’s the juciest fruit of all it’s green on the outside and red on the inside watermelons great for me i love pineapple pieces they’re delicious and sweet i really love them they’re yellow and unique and so tasty pineapple is great for me there are so many different kinds of fruit can you name a few bananas kiwis strawberries peaches apples so many different colours shapes and sizes cherries grapes melons pears pineapples and more some think the world is made for fun and frolic and so do i and so do i some think it well to be all melancholic to pine and sigh to pine and sigh but i i love to spend my time in singing some joyous song some joyous song to set the air with music bravely ringing is far from wrong is far from wrong harken harken music sounds afar harken harken with a happy heart funiculì funiculà funiculì funiculà joy is everywhere funiculì funiculà ah me ’tis strange that some should take to sighing and like it well and like it well for me i have not thought it worth the trying so cannot tell so cannot tell with laugh with dance and song the day soon passes full soon is gone full soon is gone for mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses to call their own to call their own harken harken hark the soft guitar harken harken hark the soft guitar funiculì funiculà funiculì funiculà hark the soft guitar funiculì funiculà	0
about the bush willie about the beehive about the bush willie ill meet thee alive	0
o how thy worth with manners may i sing when thou art all the better part of me what can mine own praise to mine own self bring and what ist but mine own when i praise thee even for this let us divided live and our dear love lose name of single one that by this separation i may give that due to thee which thou deservst alone o absence what a torment wouldst thou prove were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave to entertain the time with thoughts of love which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive and that thou teachest how to make one twain by praising him here who doth hence remain	0
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
in faith i do not love thee with mine eyes for they in thee a thousand errors note but tis my heart that loves what they despise who in despite of view is pleased to dote nor are mine ears with thy tongues tune delighted nor tender feeling to base touches prone nor taste nor smell desire to be invited to any sensual feast with thee alone but my five wits nor my five senses can dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be only my plague thus far i count my gain that she that makes me sin awards me pain	0
to market to market to buy a fat pig home again home again jiggety jig	0
john jacob jingleheimer schmidt his name is my name too whenever we go out the people always shout “there goes john jacob jingleheimer schmidt” da da da da da da da	0
thirty days hath september april june and november all the rest have thirtyone excepting february alone and that has twentyeight days clear and twentynine in each leap year	0
one two buckle my shoe three four knock at the door five six pick up sticks seven eight lay them straight nine ten a big fat hen eleven twelve dig and delve thirteen fourteen maids acourting fifteen sixteen maids in the kitchen seventeen eighteen maids awaiting nineteen twenty my plate’s empty thirteen fourteen draw the curtain fifteen sixteen the maid’s in the kitchen seventeen eighteen she’s in waiting nineteen twenty my stomach’s empty	1
hark hark the dogs do bark the beggars are coming to town some in rags and some in jags and some in velvet gowns	0
a virtuous wife and good mother are a womans virtues skillful in managing the household is a womans ability gentle and virtuous are a womans traits husband leading wife following is the relationship of a couple man working outside woman working inside is the family model man plowing woman weaving is the division of labor in life	1
o truant muse what shall be thy amends for thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed both truth and beauty on my love depends so dost thou too and therein dignified make answer muse wilt thou not haply say truth needs no colour with his colour fixed beauty no pencil beautys truth to lay but best is best if never intermixed because he needs no praise wilt thou be dumb excuse not silence so fort lies in thee to make him much outlive a gilded tomb and to be praised of ages yet to be then do thy office muse i teach thee how to make him seem long hence as he shows now	0
a winter garden in an alder swamp where conies now come out to sun and romp as near a paradise as it can be and not melt snow or start a dormant tree it lifts existence on a plane of snow one level higher than the earth below one level nearer heaven overhead and last years berries shining scarlet red it lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast where he can stretch and hold his highest feat on some wild apple trees young tender bark what well may prove the years high girdle mark so near to paradise all pairing ends here loveless birds now flock as winter friends content with budinspecting they presume to say which buds are leaf and which are bloom a featherhammer gives a double knock this eden day is done at two oclock an hour of winter day might seem too short to make it worth lifes while to wake and sport	0
those lips that loves own hand did make breathed forth the sound that said i hate to me that languished for her sake but when she saw my woeful state straight in her heart did mercy come chiding that tongue that ever sweet was used in giving gentle doom and taught it thus anew to greet i hate she altered with an end that followed it as gentle day doth follow night who like a fiend from heaven to hell is flown away i hate from hate away she threw and saved my life saying not you	0
make new friends but keep the old one is silver and the other gold a circle’s round it has no end that’s how long i’m gonna be your friend a fire burns bright it warms the heart we’ve been friends from the very start you help me and i’ll help you and together we will see it through the sky is blue the earth is green i can help to keep it clean across the land across the sea friends forever we will always be	0
eeper weeper chimney sweeper had a wife but couldn’t keep her had another didn’t love her up the chimney he did shove her	1
how countlessly they congregate oer our tumultuous snow which flows in shapes as tall as trees when wintry winds do blow as if with keenness for our fate our faltering few steps on to white rest and a place of rest invisible at dawn and yet with neither love nor hate those stars like some snowwhite minervas snowwhite marble eyes without the gift of sight	0
hey hey oh playmate come out and play with me and bring your dollies three climb up my apple tree slide down my rain barrel into my cellar door and we’ll be jolly friends forever more more more so sorry playmate i cannot play with you my dolly’s got the flu boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ain’t got no rain barrel ain’t got no cellar door but we’ll be jolly friends forever more more more	0
a stranger came to the door at eve and he spoke the bridegroom fair he bore a greenwhite stick in his hand and for all burden care he asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night and he turned and looked at the road afar without a window light the bridegroom came forth into the porch with let us look at the sky and question what of the night to be stranger you and i the woodbine leaves littered the yard the woodbine berries were blue autumn yes winter was in the wind stranger i wish i knew within the bride in the dusk alone bent over the open fire her face rosered with the glowing coal and the thought of the hearts desire the bridegroom looked at the weary road yet saw but her within and wished her heart in a case of gold and pinned with a silver pin the bridegroom thought it little to give a dole of bread a purse a heartfelt prayer for the poor of god or for the rich a curse but whether or not a man was asked to mar the love of two by harboring woe in the bridal house the bridegroom wished he knew	0
be wise as thou art cruel do not press my tonguetied patience with too much disdain lest sorrow lend me words and words express the manner of my pitywanting pain if i might teach thee wit better it were though not to love yet love to tell me so as testy sick men when their deaths be near no news but health from their physicians know for if i should despair i should grow mad and in my madness might speak ill of thee now this illwresting world is grown so bad mad slanderers by mad ears believed be that i may not be so nor thou belied bear thine eyes straight though thy proud heart go wide	0
woman a capricious bird causing hearts to suffer woman a miracle on earth captivating lovely tender tears the weapon of a woman through which she sees she grants mercy forgiveness and bestows tenderness of soul she subdues her will takes a man into her life like a bright star in the sky she can overcome all obstacles	1
something inspires the only cow of late to make no more of a wall than an open gate and think no more of wallbuilders than fools her face is flecked with pomace and she drools a cider syrup having tasted fruit she scorns a pasture withering to the root she runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten the windfalls spiked with stubble and wormeaten she leaves them bitten when she has to fly she bellows on a knoll against the sky her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry	0
did you ever see a lassie a lassie a lassie did you ever see a lassie go this way and that go this way and that way go this way and that way did you ever see a lassie go this way and that did you ever see a laddie a laddie a laddie did you ever see a laddie go this way and that go this way and that way go this way and that way did you ever see a laddie go this way and that	0
then let not winters ragged hand deface in thee thy summer ere thou be distilled make sweet some vial treasure thou some place with beautys treasure ere it be selfkilled that use is not forbidden usury which happies those that pay the willing loan thats for thy self to breed another thee or ten times happier be it ten for one ten times thy self were happier than thou art if ten of thine ten times refigured thee then what could death do if thou shouldst depart leaving thee living in posterity be not selfwilled for thou art much too fair to be deaths conquest and make worms thine heir	0
why didst thou promise such a beauteous day and make me travel forth without my cloak to let base clouds oertake me in my way hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke tis not enough that through the cloud thou break to dry the rain on my stormbeaten face for no man well of such a salve can speak that heals the wound and cures not the disgrace nor can thy shame give physic to my grief though thou repent yet i have still the loss the offenders sorrow lends but weak relief to him that bears the strong offences cross ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds and they are rich and ransom all ill deeds	0
not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul of the wide world dreaming on things to come can yet the lease of my true love control supposed as forfeit to a confined doom the mortal moon hath her eclipse endured and the sad augurs mock their own presage incertainties now crown themselves assured and peace proclaims olives of endless age now with the drops of this most balmy time my love looks fresh and death to me subscribes since spite of him ill live in this poor rhyme while he insults oer dull and speechless tribes and thou in this shalt find thy monument when tyrants crests and tombs of brass are spent	0
brown lived at such a lofty farm that everyone for miles could see his lantern when he did his chores in winter after halfpast three and many must have seen him make his wild descent from there one night cross lots cross walls cross everything describing rings of lantern light between the house and barn the gale got him by something he had on and blew him out on the icy crust that cased the world and he was gone walls were all buried trees were few he saw no stay unless he stove a hole in somewhere with his heel but though repeatedly he strove and stamped and said things to himself and sometimes something seemed to yield he gained no foothold but pursued his journey down from field to field sometimes he came with arms outspread like wings revolving in the scene upon his longer axis and with no small dignity of mien faster or slower as he chanced sitting or standing as he chose according as he feared to risk his neck or thought to spare his clothes he never let the lantern drop and some exclaimed who saw afar the figures he described with it i wonder what those signals are brown makes at such an hour of night hes celebrating something strange i wonder if hes sold his farm or been made master of the grange he reeled he lurched he bobbed he checked he fell and made the lantern rattle but saved the light from going out so halfway down he fought the battle incredulous of his own bad luck and then becoming reconciled to everything he gave it up and came down like a coasting child wellibe that was all he said as standing in the river road he looked back up the slippery slope two miles it was to his abode sometimes as an authority on motorcars im asked if i should say our stock was petered out and this is my sincere reply yankees are what they always were dont think brown ever gave up hope of getting home again because he couldnt climb that slippery slope or even thought of standing there until the january thaw should take the polish off the crust he bowed with grace to natural law and then went round it on his feet after the manner of our stock not much concerned for those to whom at that particular time oclock it must have looked as if the course he steered was really straight away from that which he was headed for not much concerned for them i say no more so than became a man and politician at odd seasons ive kept brown standing in the cold while i invested him with reasons but now he snapped his eyes three times then shook his lantern saying iles bout out and took the long way home by road a matter of several miles	0
woman who stays awake for the child you dont have if the mother is sweet at home with her child in her lap and little closed eyes and peace within and silence in her thoughts woman who stays awake for the man you dont have if the loving wife is sweet with her husband in her arms and a slightly parted mouth and light in her hair and silence within woman who stays awakewhy dont you sleep	1
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	1
a child said what is the grass fetching it to me with full hands how could i answer the child i do not know what it is any more than he i guess it must be the flag of my disposition out of hopeful green stuff woven or i guess it is the handkerchief of the lord a scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped or i guess the grass is itself a child the produced babe of the vegetation or i guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic and it means sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones growing among black folks as among white kanuck tuckahoe congressman cuff i give them the same i receive them the same and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves tenderly will i use you curling grass it may be you transpire from the breasts of young men it may be if i had known them i would have loved them it may be you are from old people and from women and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers laps and here you are the mothers laps this grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers darker than the colorless beards of old men dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths o i perceive after all so many uttering tongues and i perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing i wish i could translate the hints about the dead young men and women and the hints about old men and mothers and the offspring taken soon out of their laps what do you think has become of the young and old men what do you think has become of the women and children they are alive and well somewhere the smallest sprouts show there is really no death and if ever there was it led forward life and does not wait at the end to arrest it and ceased the moment life appeared all goes onward and outward and nothing collapses and to die is different from what any one supposed and luckier	0
tis better to be vile than vile esteemed when not to be receives reproach of being and the just pleasure lost which is so deemed not by our feeling but by others seeing for why should others false adulterate eyes give salutation to my sportive blood or on my frailties why are frailer spies which in their wills count bad what i think good no i am that i am and they that level at my abuses reckon up their own i may be straight though they themselves be bevel by their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown unless this general evil they maintain all men are bad and in their badness reign	0
i grant thou wert not married to my muse and therefore mayst without attaint oerlook the dedicated words which writers use of their fair subject blessing every book thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue finding thy worth a limit past my praise and therefore art enforced to seek anew some fresher stamp of the timebettering days and do so love yet when they have devised what strained touches rhetoric can lend thou truly fair wert truly sympathized in true plain words by thy truetelling friend and their gross painting might be better used where cheeks need blood in thee it is abused	0
i have wished a bird would fly away and not sing by my house all day have clapped my hands at him from the door when it seemed as if i could bear no more the fault must partly have been in me the bird was not to blame for his key and of course there must be something wrong in wanting to silence any song	0
when the wind works against us in the dark and pelts with snow the lower chamber window on the east and whispers with a sort of stifled bark the beast come out come out it costs no inward struggle not to go ah no i count our strength two and a child those of us not asleep subdued to mark how the cold creeps as the fire dies at length how drifts are piled dooryard and road ungraded till even the comforting barn grows far away and my heart owns a doubt whether tis in us to arise with day and save ourselves unaided	0
when i consider every thing that grows holds in perfection but a little moment that this huge stage presenteth nought but shows whereon the stars in secret influence comment when i perceive that men as plants increase cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky vaunt in their youthful sap at height decrease and wear their brave state out of memory then the conceit of this inconstant stay sets you most rich in youth before my sight where wasteful time debateth with decay to change your day of youth to sullied night and all in war with time for love of you as he takes from you i engraft you new	0
teddy bear teddy bear turn around teddy bear teddy bear touch the ground teddy bear teddy bear reach up high teddy bear teddy bear touch the sky teddy bear teddy bear bend down low teddy bear teddy bear touch your toes teddy bear teddy bear go to bed teddy bear teddy bear rest your head teddy bear teddy bear turn out the lights teddy bear teddy bear say “good night”	0
as a decrepit father takes delight to see his active child do deeds of youth so i made lame by fortunes dearest spite take all my comfort of thy worth and truth for whether beauty birth or wealth or wit or any of these all or all or more entitled in thy parts do crowned sit i make my love engrafted to this store so then i am not lame poor nor despised whilst that this shadow doth such substance give that i in thy abundance am sufficed and by a part of all thy glory live look what is best that best i wish in thee this wish i have then ten times happy me	0
little tom tucker sings for his supper what shall he eat white bread and butter how will he cut it without eer a knife how will he marry without eer a wife	1
pat a cake pat a cake bakers man so i do master as fast as i can pat it and prick it and mark it with t and then it will serve for tommy and me	0
as i came to the edge of the woods thrush music hark now if it was dusk outside inside it was dark too dark in the woods for a bird by sleight of wing to better its perch for the night though it still could sing the last of the light of the sun that had died in the west still lived for one song more in a thrushs breast far in the pillared dark thrush music went almost like a call to come in to the dark and lament but no i was out for stars i would not come in i meant not even if asked and i hadnt been	0
are you sleeping are you sleeping brother john brother john morning bells are ringing morning bells are ringing ding dang dong ding dang dong	0
guess what what chicken butt guess why why chicken thigh guess where where chicken hair guess when when chicken hen guess who who chicken poo	0
down by the banks of the hanky panky where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky with a hip hop hippity hop leap off a lily pad and go kerplop	0
let not my love be called idolatry nor my beloved as an idol show since all alike my songs and praises be to one of one still such and ever so kind is my love today tomorrow kind still constant in a wondrous excellence therefore my verse to constancy confined one thing expressing leaves out difference fair kind and true is all my argument fair kind and true varying to other words and in this change is my invention spent three themes in one which wondrous scope affords fair kind and true have often lived alone which three till now never kept seat in one	0
those pretty wrongs that liberty commits when i am sometime absent from thy heart thy beauty and thy years full well befits for still temptation follows where thou art gentle thou art and therefore to be won beauteous thou art therefore to be assailed and when a woman woos what womans son will sourly leave her till he have prevailed ay me but yet thou mightst my seat forbear and chide thy beauty and thy straying youth who lead thee in their riot even there where thou art forced to break a twofold truth hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee thine by thy beauty being false to me	0

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