For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
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SUMER is icumen in,
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,And springth the wude nu–Sing cuccu!Awe bleteth after lomb,Lhouth after calve cu;Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,Murie sing cuccu!Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu:Ne swike thu naver nu;Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu,Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu!
Two sticks and an apple,
Old Father Bald Pate,Ring the bells Aldgate.Maids in white aprons,Ring the bells at St. Catherine`s.Oranges and Lemons,Ring the bells at St. Clement`s.When will you pay me?Ring the bells at the Old Bailey.When I am rich,Ring the bells at Fleetditch.When will that be?Ring the bells of Stepney.When I am old,Ring the great bell at Paul`s.
Royal Charlie’s now awa,
Mony a heart will break in twa,Should he ne’er come back again.Will you no come back again?Will you no come back again?Better lo’ed you’ll never be,And will you no come back again?Mony a traitor ‘mang the islesBrak the band o’ nature’s law;Mony a traitor, wi’ his wiles,Sought to wear his life awa.Will he no come…
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…
To every thing there is a season,
A time to be born, a time to die;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;a time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;a time to mourn, and a time to…
To refrain from gossip
To stand up for the absent personWho is being abused.It takes courageTo live honestlyWithin your means,And not dishonestlyOn the means of others.It takes courageTo be a real man or a true woman,To hold fast to your idealsWhen it causes youTo be looked uponAs strange and peculiar.It takes courageTo be talked about,And remain silent;When a word…
For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
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Day is done,
From the hills,from the lake,From the sky.All is well,safely rest,God is nigh.Go to sleep,peaceful sleep,May the soldieror sailor,God keep.On the landor the deep,Safe in sleep.Love, good night,Must thou go,When the day,And the nightNeed thee so?All is well.Speedeth allTo their rest.Fades the light;And afarGoeth day,And the starsShineth bright,Fare thee well;Day has gone,Night is on.Thanks and praise,For…
Though Prison Bars my Freedom mars,
My Rebel soul Scorns such Control,and Dwells with Friends on Southern Ground.My Heart is Light, and Spirits Bright,and Hope, with Her Enchanting Wand,Gives Visions Fair: and Free as Air,I Roam at Will in Dixie’s Land.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
Just go to the mirror and look at yourselfand see what that man has to sayFor it isn’t your father or mother or wifewho judgment upon you must passThe fellow whose verdict counts the most in your lifeis the one staring back from the glassSome people may think you a straight-shooting chumand call you a…
The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the night, it moves downward – booming;The day and the night are its song.I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head;I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head;Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick.I dance upward with the day;I dance downward with…
Fling out the Anti-slavery flag
And let its folds wave o’er the land,And o’er the raging seas,Till all beneath the standard sheet,With new allegiance bow;And pledge themselves to onward bearThe emblem of their vow.Fling out the Anti-Slavery flag,And let it onward waveTill it shall float o’er every clime,And liberate the slave;Till, like a meteor flashing far,It bursts with glorious light,And…
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières,She hasn’t been kissed in forty years,Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?She had the form like the back of a hack,When she cried the tears ran down her back,Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?She never could hold the love of man‘Cause she took her baths in a…
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For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
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1. Rise, oh my Soul, with thy desires to Heaven,
Thy time, where times eternity is given,And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse:But down in darkness let them lie,So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die.2. And thou, my Soul, inspir’d with holy flame,View and review with most regardful eye,That holy Cross whence thy salvation came,On which thy Saviour, and thy sin…
Listen, lively Lordings all,
And I will sing of a noble earle,The noblest earle in the north countrie.Earle Percy is into his garden gone,And after him walkes his faire Ladie:‘I heare a bird sing in mine eare,That I must either fight or flee.’‘Now heaven forfend, my dearest Lord,That ever such harm should hap to thee:But goe to London to…
Sumer is icumen in,
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,And springeth the wude nu –Sing cuccu!Awe bleteth after lomb,Lhouth after calve cu;Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,Murie sing cuccu!Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu!Ne swike thu naver nu;Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu,Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu!
Blessed is the birch in the valley of Gwy
It will remain when there will be a battle in ArdudwyAnd the lowing together of the cattle about the ford of MochnwyAnd spears and shouting at DyganwyAnd Edwin bearing sway in MonaAnd youths pale and lightIn ruddy clothes commanding them.Blessed is the birch in PumlumonWhich will see when the front of the stage shall be…
A new Courtly Sonnet, of the Ladie Greensleeves.
To cast me off discourteouslyAnd I have lov-ed you so longDelighting in your companie(Chorus)Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Ladie GreensleevesI have been ready at your handTo grant whatever you would crave,I have both waged life and land,Your love and good-will for to have.(Chorus)I bought…
UNFERTH spake, the son of Ecglaf,
unbound the battle-runes. — Beowulf’s quest,sturdy seafarer’s, sorely galled him;ever he envied that other menshould more achieve in middle-earthof fame under heaven than he himself. —‘Art thou that Beowulf, Breca’s rival,who emulous swam on the open sea,when for pride the pair of you proved the floods,and wantonly dared in waters deepto risk your lives? No…