And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
Am quite myself again.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will not come again,And take from seventy springs a score,It only leaves me fifty more.And since to look at things in bloomFifty springs are little room,About the woodlands I will goTo see the cherry hung with snow.
When I came last to Ludlow
Two friends kept step beside me,Two honest friends and hale.Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,And Ned lies long in jail,And I come home to LudlowAmidst the moonlight pale.
ow dreary dawns the eastern light,
And cold the poor man lies at night,And so goes out the year.Little is the luck I’ve had,And oh, ’tis comfort smallTo think that many another ladHas had no luck at all.
Could man be drunk for ever
Lief should I rouse at morningAnd lief lie down of nights.But men at whiles are soberAnd think by fits and starts,And if they think, they fastenTheir hands upon their hearts.
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
And yon the gallows used to clankFast by the four cross ways.A careless shepherd once would keepThe flocks by moonlight there, *And high amongst the glimmering sheepThe dead man stood on air.They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:The whistles blow forlorn,And trains all night groan on the railTo men that die at morn.There sleeps in…
The half-moon westers low, my love,
And wide apart lie we, my love,And seas between the twain.I know not if it rains, my love,In the land where you do lie;And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,You know no more than I.