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makers,
Burning, singing in the
sunshine.
Bright above him shown
the heavens,
Level spread the lake
before him;
From its bosom leaped the
sturgeon,
Aparkling, flashing in the
sunshine;
On its margin the great
forest
Stood reflected in the
water,
Every tree-top had its
shadow,
Motionless beneath the
water.
From the brow of
Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of
sorrow,
As the fog from off the
water,
And the mist from off the
meadow.
With a smile of joy and
triumph,
With a look of exultation,
The Passionate Shepherd to
His Love
Come live with me and be my
love,
And we will all the pleasures
prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and
fields,
Woods or steepy mountain
yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their
flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose
falls
Melodious birds sing
madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of
roses
Ode To A Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness
pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
The Epitaph
Here rests his
head upon the lap
of Earth
A youth to Fortune
and to Fame
unknown.
Fair Science
frowned not on his
humble birth,
And Melacholy
marked him for
her own.
Large was his
bounty, and his
soul sincere,
Heaven did a
recompense as
largely send:
He gave to Misery
all he had, a
tear,wishd)
disclose,
Or draw his
frailties from their
dread abode
(There they alike
in trembling hope
repose),
The bosom of his
Father and his
God.
a friend.
No farther seek
his merits to
A Lame Beggar
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies
Examples of Limericks
There was an Old Man
of Vienna,
Who lived upon
Tincture of Senna;
When that did not
agree,
He took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of
Vienna.
There was an Old
Person whose habits,
Induced him to feed
upon rabbits;
When he'd eaten
eighteen,
He turned perfectly
green,
Upon which he
relinquished those
habits.
There was an Old Man
of the West,
Who wore a pale plum-
coloured vest;
When they said, 'Does
it fit?'
He replied, 'Not a bit!'
That uneasy Old Man of
the West.
There was an Old Man
in a tree,
Who was horribly bored
by a Bee;
When they said, 'Does
it buzz?'
He replied, 'Yes, it
does!'
'It's a regular brute of a
Bee!'
There was an Old Man
in a boat,
Who said, 'I'm afloat,
I'm afloat!'
When they said, 'No!
you ain't!'
He was ready to faint,
That unhappy Old Man
in a boat.
None is travelling
None is travelling
Here along this way but
I,
This autumn evening.
The first day of the year:
thoughts come - and
there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
An old pond
A frog jumps in Splash!
remain.
A perfect evening!
Listen Everyone
Listen, everyone! I have lost my girl
For he who finds her, on my soul
Even though she is fair and kindly
I give her up heartily
Without raising a stink at all.
This girl knows her graces well
God knows, she loves and is loyal
For heavens sake, let him keep her
secretly
Listen, everyone! I have lost my girl
Look after her well, this pearl
Let no one hurt or wound her
For by heaven, this pretty
Is sweetness itself to everybody
Woe is me! I cry to the world
Listen, everyone! I have lost my girl
Dreams
Dreams tend to lilt
Today theyre here
morrow theyre killed
Ive seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt
If they are built
But not kept near
morrow theyre killed
They can be spilt
With just a jeer
Dreams tend to lilt
But have no guilt
Nor feel the drear
morrow theyre killed
A dream can tilt
A dream can blear
A Word To Husbands
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong, admit it;
Whenever you're right, shut up.
and kisses it
River
Silent winds whisper
omens of malice
and threatening despair
into her ears
as she waits
dragging her pointed toes
through the water,
without making splashes,
humming love songs
she heard on the car radio.
Lying on the car roof,
staring at the stars,
he lies
cradling his one love close,
together as one being,
a smile spread across her face
larger than ever before
as she takes her lover's hand
of devotion.
Tunes fill her head,
dancing in circles
like children holding hands
as she waits by the riverside
watching the dragonflies
silently fly away into the dark,
and she's deafened
by the void that surrounds her,
only open to the past
that left too long ago.
He lies in the grass
looking up at the night sky
hand in hand with his lover
as they talk about nothing,
smiles larger than ever before
spread across their faces,
and all he knows
is the present,
waiting on a bank
to be spirited away
into eternity.
disappears
O captain
O CAPTAIN! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbond wreathsfor you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
Youve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.