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The Auld House |
Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne |
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English |
Oh, the auld house, the auld house,—
What though the rooms were wee?
Oh! kind hearts were dwelling there,
And bairnies fu’ o’ glee;
The wild rose and the jessamine
Still hang upon the wa’:
How mony cherished memories
Do they, sweet... |
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The Auld Wife |
Charles Stuart Calverley |
1851 |
English |
The AULD 1 wife sat at her ivied door,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
A thing she had frequently done before;
And her spectacles lay on her aproned knees.
The piper he piped on the hill-top high,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)... |
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The Author’s Resolution, in a Sonnet |
George Wither |
1608 |
English |
From “Fair Virtue”
SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die, because a woman ’s Fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
’Cause another’s rosy are?
Be She fairer than the Day,
Or the flowery meads in May!
If She be not so to me,
What care... |
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The Awakening (Shorter) |
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The Axe |
Isabella Valancy Crawford |
1870 |
English |
From “Malcolm’s Katie”
HIGH grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,
And all was silent in the wilderness;
In trance of stillness Nature heard her God
Rebuilding her spent fires, and veiled her face
While the Great Worker brooded o’er His work.
“... |
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The Aztec City |
Eugene Fitch Ware |
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English |
There is a clouded city, gone to rest
Beyond the crest
Where cordilleras mar the mystic west.
There suns unheeded rise and re-arise;
And in the skies
The harvest moon unnoticed lives and dies.
And yet this clouded city has no... |
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The Babie |
Jeremiah Eames Rankin |
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English |
Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes,
Nae stockin’ on her feet;
Her supple ankles white as snaw,
Or early blossoms sweet.
Her simple dress o’ sprinkled pink,
Her double, dimplit chin,
Her puckered lips, and baumy mou’,
With na ane... |
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The Babie |
Jeremiah Eames Rankin |
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English |
Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes,
Nae stockin’ on her feet;
Her supple ankles white as snaw,
Or early blossoms sweet.
Her simple dress o’ sprinkled pink,
Her double, dimplit chin,
Her puckered lips an’ baumy mou’,
With na ane tooth... |
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The Baby |
Kalidasa |
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English |
From the Sanscrit by Sir William Jones
On parents’ knees, a naked, new-born child,
Weeping thou sat’st when all around thee smiled:
So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Thou then mayst smile while all around thee weep.
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The Baby |
George MacDonald |
1844 |
English |
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you... |
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The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington |
Anonymous |
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English |
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,
And he was a squire’s son;
He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,
That lived in Islington.
Yet she was coye, and would not believe
That he did love her soe,
Noe nor at any time would she... |
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The Bait |
John Donne |
1624 |
Love |
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.
There will the river whisp'ring run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
And there th' enamour'd fish will... |
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The Bait |
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English |
COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.
There will the river whisp'ring run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than... |
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The Baker’s Tale |
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson |
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English |
From “The Hunting of the Snark”
THEY roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice—
They roused him with mustard and cress—
They roused him with jam and judicious advice—
They set him conundrums to guess.
When at length he sat up and was able to... |
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The Ballad of Agincourt |
Michael Drayton |
1583 |
English |
[1415]
fair stood the wind for France,
When we our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the main,
At Kause, the mouth of Seine,
With all his martial train,
Landed King Harry,
... |
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The Ballad of Bouillabaisse |
William Makepeace Thackeray |
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English |
A Street there is in Paris famous,
For which no rhyme our language yields,
Rue Neuve des Petits Champs its name is—
The New Street of the Little Fields;
And there ’s an inn, not rich and splendid,
But still in comfortable case—
The which in... |
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The Ballad of Dead Ladies |
François Villon |
1451 |
English |
From the French by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
TELL me now in what hidden way is
Lady Flora the lovely Roman?
Where ’s Hipparchia, and where is Thais,
Neither of them the fairer woman?
Where is Echo, beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere... |
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The Ballad of G.R. Dibbs |
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This is the story of G.R.D.,
Who went on a mission across the sea
To borrow some money for you and me.
This G. R. Dibbs was a stalwart man
Who was built on a most extensive plan,
And a regular staunch Republican... |
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The Ballad of Guibour |
Frédéric Mistral |
1850 |
English |
From the Provençal by Harriet Waters Preston
From “Calendau”
AT Arles in the Carlovingian days,
By the swift Rhone water,
A hundred thousand on either side,
Christian and Saracen, fought till the tide
Ran red with the slaughter.... |
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The Ballad of Judas Iscariot |
Robert Buchanan |
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English |
’t Was the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay in the Field of Blood;
’T was the soul of Judas Iscariot
Beside the body stood.
Black was the earth by night,
And black was the sky;
Black, black were the broken clouds,
Tho’ the red Moon went... |
