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Unstable Dream

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

Unstable dream, according to the place,
Be steadfast once, or else at least be true.
By tasted sweetness make me not to rue
The sudden loss of thy false feignèd grace.

Rock A Bye, Babies

© Louisa May Alcott

"Rock a bye, babies,

Your cradle hangs high;

They Flee From Me

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember

The Young Man's Song

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

At last the curse has run its date!
The heavens grow clear above,
And on the purple plains of Hate,
We'll build the throne of Love!

The Long Love

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

The long love that in my thought doth harbour,
And in mine heart doth keep his residence,
Into my face presseth with bold pretence,
And therein campeth, spreading his banner.

HOPE rules a land forever green:
All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen
Are confident and gay;
Clouds at her bidding disappear;
Points she to aught?--the bliss draws near,
And Fancy smooths the way.

The Heart and Service

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

The heart and service to you proffer'dWith right good will full honestly,Refuse it not, since it is offer'd,But take it to you gentlely.

The Dead Czar

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

But this man? Ah! for him
Funereal state, and ceremonial grand,
The stone-engraved sarcophagus, and then
Oblivion.

The Furious Gun

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

The furious gun in his raging ire,
When that the bowl is rammed in too sore
And that the flame cannot part from the fire,
Cracketh in sunder, and in the air doth roar

Since ye so Please

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

Since so ye please to hear me plain,And that ye do rejoice my smart,Me list no lenger to remainTo such as be so overthwart.

Weather

© Eve Merriam

Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot

Spotting the windowpane.

Satire II:The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

MY mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
That for because her livelood was but thin [livelihood]
Would needs go seek her townish sister's house.

The Fire

© Lola Ridge

The old men of the world have made a fire
To warm their trembling hands.
They poke the young men in.
The young men burn like withes.

Of the Mean and Sure Estate

My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
That, for because her livelood was but thin,

The Mimic Harlequin

© Charles Lamb

"O fie, you naughty child, what have you done?
There never was so mischievous a son.
You've put the cat among my work, and torn
A fine laced cap that I but once have worn."

My Lute Awake

My lute awake! perform the lastLabour that thou and I shall waste,And end that I have now begun;For when this song is sung and past,My lute be still, for I have done.

Limerick: There was an Old Person of Leeds

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was infested with beads;
She sat on a stool,
And ate gooseberry fool,
Which agreed with that person of Leeds.

My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,
Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas,
That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;