How Robin and His Outlaws Lived in The Woods (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
As a fisher-boy I fared To the black rock in the sea, And, while false gifts I prepared. Listen'd and ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! ...
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! ...
'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
THE NIGHT was still, and o'er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa'; The mavis sang, while dew-drops ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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