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Dirge

© William Gay

Cauld, cauld she lies where snaws are deep And bitter blaws the muirland win',And over her grave the icy stars Are keepin' watch abune.

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Would you be well receiv'd where'er you go,Remember each Man vanquish'd is a Foe:Resist not therefore to your utmost Might,But let the Weakest think he's sometimes right;He, for each Triumph you shall thus decline,Shall give ten Opportunities to shine;He sees, since once you own'd him to excel,That 'tis his Interest you should reason well

dooley did

© Dutton Paul

Delia XXXIII

© Samuel Daniel

When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass,And thou with careful brow sitting aloneReceived hast this message from thy glass,That tells thee truth and says that all is gone:Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou madest,Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining;I that have lov'd thee thus before thou fadest,My faith shall wax when thou art in thy waning

Delia XXXI (1623 version)

© Samuel Daniel

Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose,The image of thy blush and summer's honour,Whilst yet her tender bud doth undiscloseThat full of beauty Time bestows upon her

Delia XXXI (1592 version)

© Samuel Daniel

Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,The image of thy blush and summer's honour,Whilst in her tender green she doth encloseThat pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her

Delia XLVI

© Samuel Daniel

Let others sing of knights and paladinesIn aged accents and untimely words;Paint shadows in imaginary linesWhich well the reach of their high wits records:But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyesAuthentic shall my verse in time to come,When yet th' unborn shall say, "Lo where she liesWhose beauty made him speak that else was dumb

Delia XLV

© Samuel Daniel

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:Relieve my languish, and restore the light,With dark forgetting of my cares, return;And let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,Without the torment of the night's untruth

Delia VI

© Samuel Daniel

Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:Her brow shades frowns although her eyes are sunny,Her smiles are lightning though her pride despair,And her disdains are gall, her favours honey;A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,The wonder of all eyes that look upon her:Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above

Daisy Bell (or "Bicycle Built for Two")

© Dacre Harry

There is a flower within my heartDaisy, DaisyPlanted one day by a glancing dartPlanted by Daisy Bell

Davideis

© Abraham Cowley

BOOK I1

Don't Take Your Troubles to Bed

You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will; You may worry a bit, if you must;You may treat your affairs as a series of cares, You may live on a scrap and a crust;But when the day's done, put it out of your head;Don't take your troubles to bed

Donne

Brief was the reign of pure poetic truthA race of thinkers next, with rhymes uncouth,And fancies fashion'd in laborious brains,Made verses heavy as o'erloaded wains