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• The Telltale

  Once, on a golden afternoon,
  With radiant faces and hearts in tune,
  Two fond lovers in dreaming mood …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• The Chess-Board

  My little love, do you remember,
  Ere we were grown so sadly wise,
  Those evenings in the bleak December, …

  E. Robert Bulwer, Lord Lytton

• Her Letter

  I ’m sitting alone by the fire,
  Dressed just as I came from the dance,
  In a robe even you would admire,— …

  Bret Harte

• The Plaidie

  Upon ane stormy Sunday,
  Coming adoon the lane,
  Were a score of bonnie lassies— …

  Charles Sibley

• Kitty of Coleraine

  As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
  With a pitcher of milk, from the fair of Coleraine,
  When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, …

  Charles Dawson Shanly

• Kitty Neil

  “ah! sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,—
  Your neat little foot will be weary with spinning!
  Come trip down with me to the sycamore-tree: …

  John Francis Waller

• The Little Milliner

  MY girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair,
  A soft hand, like a lady’s, small and fair,
  A sweet fate pouting in a white straw bonnet, …

  Robert Buchanan

• Atalanta’s Race

  From “The Earthly Paradise”
  ATALANTA VICTORIOUS
  AND there two runners did the sign abide …

  William Morris

• The Nymph’s Reply

  If all the world and love were young,
  And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
  These pretty pleasures might me move …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• Golden Eyes

  From the Greek by Andrew Lang
  AH, Golden Eyes, to win you yet,
  I bring mine April coronet, …

  Rufinus

• Phillida and Corydon

  In the merry month of May,
  In a morn by break of day,
  With a troop of damsels playing …

  Nicholas Breton

• The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington

  There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,
  And he was a squire’s son;
  He loved the bayliffes daughter deare, …

  Anonymous

• “Where are you going, my pretty maid?”

  “where are you going, my pretty maid?”
  “I am going a-milking, sir,” she said.
  “May I go with you, my pretty maid?” …

  Anonymous

• “My eyes! how I love you”

  My eyes! how I love you,
  You sweet little dove you!
  There ’s no one above you, …

  John Godfrey Saxe

• The Brookside

  I Wandered by the brookside,
  I wandered by the mill;
  I could not hear the brook flow,— …

  Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton

• The Little Red Lark

  O Swan of slenderness,
  Dove of tenderness,
  Jewel of joys, arise! …

  Alfred Perceval Graves

• Somebody

  Somebody ’s courting somebody,
  Somewhere or other to-night;
  Somebody ’s whispering to somebody, …

  Anonymous

• The Exchange

  We pledged our hearts, my love and I,—
  I in my arms the maiden clasping;
  I could not tell the reason why, …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Love’s Logic

  I. Her RESPECTABLE PAPA’S
  “MY dear, be sensible! Upon my word
  This—for a woman even—is absurd; …

  Anonymous

• The Night-Piece

  To Julia
  HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee,
  The shooting-starres attend thee, …

  Robert Herrick

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