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“Love not” |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah |
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English |
Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
Love not!
Love not! the thing ye love may... |
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“Love scorns degrees” |
Paul Hamilton Hayne |
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English |
From “The Mountain of the Lovers”
LOVE scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,
Two loving hearts may meet, nor meet in vain;
’Gainst such sweet levelling Custom cries amain,... |
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“Maid of Athens, ere we part” |
Lord Byron |
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English |
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
[Greek]. 1
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those... |
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“Make way for Liberty” |
James Montgomery |
1791 |
English |
[Battle of Sempach, fourteenth century]
“MAKE way for Liberty!”—he cried;
Made way for Liberty, and died!
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood!
A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown... |
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“Max and Maurice”: Last Trick |
Wilhelm Busch |
1852 |
English |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks
MAX and Maurice! I grow sick,
When I think on your last trick.
Why must these two scalawags
Cut those gashes in the bags?
See! the farmer on his back
Carries corn off in a sack.
Scarce has he begun to... |
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“Max and Maurice”: Preface |
Wilhelm Busch |
1852 |
English |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks
AH, how oft we read or hear of
Boys we almost stand in fear of!
For example, take these stories
Of two youths, named Max and Maurice,
Who, instead of early turning
Their young minds to useful learning,
... |
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“Max and Maurice”: Trick First |
Wilhelm Busch |
1852 |
English |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks
TO most people who have leisure
Raising poultry gives great pleasure;
First, because the eggs they lay us
For the care we take repay us;
Secondly, that now and then
We can dine on roasted hen;
Thirdly,... |
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“Max and Maurice”: Trick Second |
Wilhelm Busch |
1852 |
English |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks
WHEN the worthy Widow Tibbets
(Whom the cut below exhibits)
Had recovered, on the morrow,
From the dreadful shock of sorrow,
She (as soon as grief would let her
Think) began to think ’t were better
Just... |
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“Max and Maurice”: Trick Third |
Wilhelm Busch |
1852 |
English |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks
THROUGH the town and country round
Was one Mr. Buck renowned.
Sunday coats, and week-day sack-coats,
Bob-tails, swallow-tails, and frock coats,
Gaiters, breeches, hunting-jackets;
Waistcoats, with commodious... |
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“Moan, moan, ye dying gales” |
Henry Neele |
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English |
Moan, moan, ye dying gales!
The saddest of your tales
Is not so sad as life;
Nor have you e’er began
A theme so wild as man,
Or with such sorrow rife.
Fall, fall, thou withered leaf!
Autumn sears not like grief,
Nor kills... |
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“Mont Blanc yet gleams on high” |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
1812 |
English |
From “Mont Blanc”
MONT BLANC yet gleams on high:—the power is there,
The still and solemn power of many sights,
And many sounds, and much of life and death.
In the calm darkness of the moonless nights,
In the lone glare of day, the snows descend
... |
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“My days among the dead” |
Robert Southey |
1794 |
English |
My days among the dead are passed;
Around me I behold,
Where’er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal,
And seek... |
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“My dear and only love” |
James Graham, Marquis of Montrose |
1632 |
English |
Part First
my dear and only love, I pray,
This noble world of thee
Be governed by no other sway
But purest monarchie.
For if confusion have a part,
Which virtuous souls abhore,
And hold a synod in thy heart,
I ’ll never love... |
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“My eyes! how I love you” |
John Godfrey Saxe |
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English |
My eyes! how I love you,
You sweet little dove you!
There ’s no one above you,
Most beautiful Kitty.
So glossy your hair is,
Like a sylph’s or a fairy’s;
And your neck, I declare, is
Exquisitely pretty.
Quite Grecian... |
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“My God, I love Thee” |
Saint Francis Xavier |
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English |
From the Latin by Edward Caswall
MY God, I love thee! not because
I hope for heaven thereby;
Nor because those who love thee not
Must burn eternally.
Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace!
For me didst bear the... |
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“My heart leaps up” |
William Wordsworth |
1790 |
English |
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound... |
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“My heart ’s in the Highlands” |
Robert Burns |
1779 |
English |
My heart ’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart ’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe.
My heart ’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace... |
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“My heid is like to rend, Willie” |
William Motherwell |
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English |
My heid is like to rend, Willie,
My heart is like to break;
I ’m wearin’ aff my feet, Willie,
I ’m dyin’ for your sake!
O, say ye ’ll think on me, Willie,
Your hand on my briest-bane,—
O, say ye ’ll think of me, Willie,
When I am... |
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“My little Girl” |
Samuel Minturn Peck |
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English |
My little girl is nested
Within her tiny bed,
With amber ringlets crested
Around her dainty head;
She lies so calm and stilly,
She breathes so soft and low,
She calls to mind a lily
Half-hidden in the snow.
A weary little... |
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“My minde to me a kingdom is” |
Sir Edward Dyer |
1563 |
English |
My minde to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I finde
As farre exceeds all earthly blisse
That God or nature hath assignde;
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my minde forbids to crave.
Content I live; this is my stay... |
