Digesting a mans sayings –
A sneakthief nibbling in the shadows
At the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases –
How unutterably strange!
And the pilfering parasite none the wiser
For the words he has swallowed.
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FAIN would I change that note
Long, long to sing by rote,Fancying that that harm’d me:Yet when this thought doth come,‘Love is the perfect sumOf all delight,’I have no other choiceEither for pen or voiceTo sing or write.O Love! they wrong thee muchThat say thy sweet is bitter,When thy rich fruit is suchAs nothing can be sweeter.Fair house of joy and…
MY heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,
I luve my lady pure and she luvis me again,I am her serviture, she is my soverane;She is my very heart, I am her howp and heill,She is my joy invart, I am her luvar leal;I am her bond and thrall, she is at my command;I am perpetual her man, both foot and hand;The thing…
Soldiers who wish to be a hero
But those who wish to be civilians,Jesus, they run into millions.
HERE lies a poor woman who was always tired,
Her last words on earth were: ‘Dear friends, I am goingTo where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,For everything there is exact to my wishes,For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,But having no voice I’ll be quit of the singing.Don’t mourn for me…
If you evah go to Houston,
You better not gambleAnd you better not fight.T. Bentley will arrest you,He’ll surely take you down;Judge Nelson’ll sentence you,Then you’re jailhouse bound.O let the Midnight SpecialShine a light on me,Let the Midnight SpecialShine a evah lovin’ light on me!Every Monday mawnin’,When the ding-dong rings,You go to the table,See the same damn things;And on the table,There’s…
IT fell about the Martinmas,
Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,‘We maun draw to a hauld.‘And what a hauld sall we draw to,My merry men and me?We will gae to the house o’ the Rodes,To see that fair ladye.’The lady stood on her castle wa’,Beheld baith dale and down;There she was ware of a host of menCam riding towards…
Digesting a mans sayings –
A sneakthief nibbling in the shadows
At the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases –
How unutterably strange!
And the pilfering parasite none the wiser
For the words he has swallowed.
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Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,He’d a hand and a heart and a brain.Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,Three children, they were brave,But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard,Has laid Jesse James in his grave.It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,I wonder how he…
There were twa sisters sat in a bow’r;
A knight cam’ there, a noble wooer,By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie.He courted the eldest wi’ glove and ring,(Binnorie, O Binnorie!)But he lo’ed the youngest aboon a’ thing,By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie.The eldest she was vexed sair,(Binnorie, O Binnorie!)And sair envìed her sister fair,By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie.Upon a morning fair and clear,(Binnorie,…
We’re coming, we’re coming, the fearless and free,
True sons of brave sires who battled of yore,When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore!We’re coming, we’re coming, from mountain and glen,With hearts to do battle for freedom again;Oppression is trembling as trembled beforeThe slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.We’re coming, we’re coming, with banners unfurled,Our motto is FREEDOM, our country…
CLICK, click! how the needles go
With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today are full:Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,Socks for the feet of the brave and true.Yet click, click, how the needles go,‘Tis a power within that nerves them so.In the sunny hours of the bright spring day,And still in the night time far away.Maiden, mother, grandame…
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glint of snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rainWhen you awaken in the mornings hushI am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flightI am the soft stars that shine at nightDo not stand at my grave and cry,I…
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste,
Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste;Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill:How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise?Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days.Both free and scarce, thou giv’st and tak’st again;Thy womb that all doth breed, is tomb to all;What so by thee hath life,…