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The lily has an air,And the snowdrop a grace,And the sweetpea a way,And the heartsease a face,—Yet there’s nothing like the roseWhen she blows.
The lily has a smooth stalk,Will never hurt your hand;But the rose upon her briarIs lady of the land.There’s sweetness in an apple tree,And profit in the corn;But lady of all beautyIs a rose upon a thorn.When with moss and…
The horses of the seaRear a foaming crest,But the horses of the landServe us the best.The horses of the landMunch corn and clover,While the foaming sea-horsesToss and turn over.
‘There’s a footstep coming: look out and see,’ ‘The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;No one cometh across the lea.’—’There’s a footstep coming; O sister, look.’— ‘The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;No one cometh across the brook.’—’But he…
Era gia l’ora che volge il desio.—DanteRicorro al tempo ch’io vi vidi prima.—Petrarca I wish I could remember the first day,First hour, first moment of your meeting me;If bright or dim the season, it might beSummer or winter for aught…
The dog lies in his kennel,And Puss purrs on the rug,And baby perches on my kneeFor me to love and hug.Pat the dog and stroke the cat,Each in its degree;And cuddle and kiss my baby,And baby kiss me.
The dear old woman in the laneIs sick and sore with pains and aches,We’ll go to her this afternoon,And take her tea and eggs and cakes.We’ll stop to make the kettle boil,And brew some tea, and set the tray,And poach…
The days are clear,Day after day,When April’s here,That leads to May,And JuneMust follow soon:Stay, June, stay!—If only we could stop the moonAnd June!
The city mouse lives in a house;—The garden mouse lives in a bower,He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,And sees the pretty plants in flower. The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—The garden mouse eats what he can;We will not…
Underneath the growing grass,Underneath the living flowers,Deeper than the sound of showers:There we shall not count the hoursBy the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain,Beauty reckoned of no worth:There a very little girthCan hold round…