SUBMITTED BY: JENILYNE P. TADLE 10-SARDONYX SUBMITTED TO: MR. RONNIE BERATO
Fear No More Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Nor the furious winter's rages,
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
All follow this, and come to dust.
Home art gone, and ta'en thy
wages;
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Golden lads and girls all must,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Nothing ill come near thee!
No exorciser harm thee!
Quiet consummation have;
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
And renowned be thy grave!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
BY: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE POEMS
Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As man's ingratitude;
Thou dost not bite so nigh
Thy tooth is not so keen
As benefits forgot:
Because thou art not seen,
Though thou the waters warp,
Although thy breath be rude.
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the
green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
The Poetry of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge: "Why did you let your eyes so rest on me. And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be. As if it had never been."