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Loss of the S.S. Regulus
© Burke Johnny
Ye daring sons of Newfoundland, That fear not storm or seaPlease hearken for a moment And attention give to me,While I explain in language plain, That filled hearts with dismay,Of how the Regulus got lost In Petty Harbor Bay
LXX
© Boker George Henry
My lady's senses are so pure and fine,She takes small pleasure in the close embraceThat love and nature in me coarsely traceAs the great end to which all hearts incline
Land of Hope and Glory
© Benson Arthur Christopher
(1) 1902 Version: VI. Land of Hope and Glory. Finale (Contralto Solo and Tutti)
London II
© Bell Julian Heward
Emptiness unsatisfiedThe hollow wind shifts inside.So life is this? well, I shall tryA little longer: take my share;And then resume more native airAnd let this world of things go by.
London I
© Bell Julian Heward
The melancholy verse Sings to the waterfall; Wring writing harsh and worse, The jarring beauties fall.
Lay a garland on my hearse
© John Fletcher
Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew,Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true.My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth;Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth.
Le Chat
© Charles Baudelaire
Dans ma cervelle se promène,Ainsi qu'en son appartement,Un beau chat, fort, doux et charmant.Quand il miaule, on l'entend à peine,
La Cloche Félée
© Charles Baudelaire
Il est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver,D'écouter, près du feu qui palpite et qui fume,Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'éleverAu bruit des carillons qui chantent dans la brume.
L'Albatros
© Charles Baudelaire
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers,
Lenten is Come with Loue to Toune
© Anonymous
Lenten is come with loue to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune That al this blisse bryngeth
Love Elegy, to Henry
© Amelia Opie
Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid.
Lost in the Flood
© Henry Kendall
WHEN God drave the ruthless waters
From our cornfields to the sea,
