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There is but one May in the year,And sometimes May is wet and cold;There is but one May in the yearBefore the year grows old.Yet though it be the chilliest May,With least of sun and most of showers,Its wind and…
The wind has such a rainy soundMoaning through the town,The sea has such a windy sound,—Will the ships go down?The apples in the orchardTumble from their tree.—Oh will the ships go down, go down,In the windy sea?
The summer nights are shortWhere northern days are long:For hours and hours lark after larkTrills out his song.The summer days are shortWhere southern nights are long:Yet short the night when nightingalesTrill out their song.
The earth was green, the sky was blue:I saw and heard one sunny morn,A skylark hang between the two,A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in gay accord,White butterflies danced on the wing,And still the singing skylark soared,And…
The rose with such a bonny blush,What has the rose to blush about?If it’s the sun that makes her flush,What’s in the sun to flush about?
The rose that blushes rosy red,She must hang her head;The lily that blows spotless white,She may stand upright.
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever wePlay cards together, you invariably, However the pack parts, Still hold the Queen of Hearts?I’ve scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,Resolved to fathom these your secret ways: But, sift them as I will, Your…
The peacock has a score of eyes,With which he cannot see;The cod-fish has a silent sound,However that may be;No dandelions tell the time,Although they turn to clocks;Cat’s-cradle does not hold the cat,Nor foxglove fit the fox.
The peach tree on the southern wallHas basked so long beneath the sun,Her score of peaches great and smallBloom rosy, every one.A peach for brothers, one for each,A peach for you and a peach for me;But the biggest, rosiest, downiest…
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, All things are vanity. The eye and ear Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.Like early dew, or like the sudden breathOf wind, or like the grass that withereth, Is man, tossed…