Blue Roses (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight. She would none of all my posies-- Bade me ...
Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight. She would none of all my posies-- Bade me ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That ...
My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pity, let me know ...
Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and ...
In numbers, and but these few, I sing thy birth, oh JESU! Thou pretty Baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn ...
Come, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we'll be; And as on primroses we sit, We'll ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
Hush, little one, and fold your hands; The sun hath set, the moon is high; The sea is singing to ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
Chorus.-Awa' Whigs, awa'! Awa' Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. OUR ...
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And ...
Leave me to my lonely pillow. Go, and take your silly posies Who has vowed to wear the willow Looks ...
There was one a-riding grand On a tall brown mare, And a fine gold band He brought me there. A ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation When the ...
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