LOVE wing’d my Hopes and taught… Far from base earth, but not to mo… For true pleasure Lives in measure, Which if men forsake,
Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore The boy who’d never shut the door His Father would Plead and mother… Godfrey Gordon Please Shut the d…
LENTEN ys come with love to tou… With blosmen ant with briddes roun… That al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales,
Jhesu Cryste, yn Trynyté, Oonly God and persons thre, Graunt us wele to spede, And gyf us grace so to do That we may come thy blys unto,
THE reivers they stole Fair Anni… As she walk’d by the sea; But a noble knight was her ransom… Wi’ gowd and white monie. She bided in strangers’ land wi’ h…
SUMER is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu— Sing cuccu!
There is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…
I want to go home, I want to go home, I don’t want to go in the trenches… Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel the… Take me over the sea
To the Red River Valley we are g… For to get us some trains and some… But if I had my say so about it, I’d still be at home in the sack. Come and sit by my side at the bri…
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under… A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to plu… A time to kill, and a time to heal…
THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…
ON a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, ‘Sweet, how… Kiss me this once and then God be… My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be…
O LUSTY May, with Flora queen! The balmy dropis from Phoebus she… Preluciand beams before the day… By that Diana growis green Through gladness of this lusty…
TWAS the night after Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring—except… The stockings were flung in haste… For hopes of St. Nicholas were no… The children were restlessly tossi…
FAIN would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm’d m… Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm’d me: Yet when this thought doth come,