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• The Milkmaid’s Song

  Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
  Turn by the dale, my Harry!
  Fill pail, fill pail, …

  Sydney Dobell

• Ganging to and Ganging frae

  Nae star was glintin’ out aboon,
  The cluds were dark and hid the moon;
  The whistling gale was in my teeth, …

  Eliza Cook

• The Spinning-Wheel Song

  Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning;
  Close by the window young Eileen is spinning;
  Bent o’er the fire, her blind grandmother, sitting, …

  John Francis Waller

• Fetching Water from the Well

  Early on a sunny morning, while the lark was singing sweet,
  Came, beyond the ancient farm-house, sounds of lightly tripping feet.
  ’T was a lowly cottage maiden going,—why, let young hearts tell,— …

  Anonymous

• Lady Clare

  It was the time when lilies blow,
  And clouds are highest up in air,
  Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Curfew must Not Ring To-night

  Slowly England’s sun was setting o’er the hilltops far away,
  Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day,
  And the last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,— …

  Rose Hartwick Thorpe

• The Sleeping Beauty

  From “The Day Dream”
  YEAR after year unto her feet,
  She lying on her couch alone, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Eve of St. Agnes

  Saint Agnes’ EVE,—ah, bitter chill it was!
  The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
  The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, …

  John Keats

• “So sweet love seemed”

  So sweet love seemed that April morn,
  When first we kissed beside the thorn,
  So strangely sweet, it was not strange …

  Robert Bridges

• Echoes

  How sweet the answer Echo makes
  To Music at night
  When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, …

  Thomas Moore

• Love’s Young Dream

  From “Irish Melodies”
  O THE DAYS are gone when beauty bright
  My heart’s chain wove! …

  Thomas Moore

• “The might of one fair face”

  From the Italian by John Edward Taylor
  THE MIGHT of one fair face sublimes my love,
  For it hath weaned my heart from low desires; …

  Michaelangelo

• “My true-love hath my heart”

  My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
  By just exchange one to the other given:
  I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• “Were I as base as is the lowly plain”

  Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
  And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
  Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain …

  Joshua Sylvester

• “When stars are in the quiet skies”

  When stars are in the quiet skies,
  Then most I pine for thee;
  Bend on me then thy tender eyes, …

  Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton

• “Come, rest in this bosom”

  From “Irish Melodies”
  COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,
  Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; …

  Thomas Moore

• The Gillyflower of Gold

  A Golden gillyflower to-day
  I wore upon my helm alway,
  And won the prize of this tourney. …

  William Morris

• The Landlady’s Daughter

  From the German by John Sullivan Dwight
  THREE students were travelling over the Rhine;
  They stopped when they came to the landlady’s sign; …

  Johann Ludwig Uhland

• “Believe me, if all those endearing young charms”

  Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
  Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
  Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, …

  Thomas Moore

• “Forget thee?”

  “forget thee?”—If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day,
  If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet’s heart can pay,
  If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power, …

  John Moultrie

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