Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each othe… As true as the stars above; He was her man, but he done her wr…
A moth, I thogh, munching a word. How marvellously weird! a worm Digesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the shado… At the shape of a poet’s thunderou…
The falcon soars The town’s gates are even higher Angelica’s their doorkeeper She’s wound the sun round her head She’s tied the moon round her wais…
The voice that beautifies the land… The voice above, The voice of thunder Within the dark cloud Again and again it sounds,
MARTIAL, the things that do att… The happy life be these, I fin… The richesse left, not got with pa… The fruitful ground, the quiet… The equal friend; no grudge, no st…
It takes strength to be firm, it t… It takes strength to conquer, it t… It takes strength to be certain, i… It takes strength to fit in, it ta… It takes strength to feel a friend…
SUMER is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu— Sing cuccu!
I WISH I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…
When things go wrong, as they some… When the road you’re trudging seem… When the funds are low and the deb… And you want to smile but you have… When care is pressing you down a b…
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,
Please God, forsake your water an… And fling the bitter cress you eat… Put by your rosary. In Mary’s nam… To mildewing monks in Rome. Spring’s at work in gardens bright…
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a… For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sin… For you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling…
WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…
LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde… How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge In al this word ne knowe I non… The Aungil came fro hevene tour,
O WALY, waly, up the bank, And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my Love wont to ga… I lean’d my back unto an aik,