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  1. Shine out, fair Sun, with all your heat, Show all your thousand-coloured light! Black Winter freezes to his seat; The grey wolf howls, he does so bite; Crookt Age on three knees creeps the street; The boneless fish close quaking lies And eats for cold his aching feet; The stars in icicles arise: Shine out, and make this winter night Our beauty's Spring, our Prince of Light! George Chapman - 'Shine out, fair Sun'
  2. The winter comes I walk alone I want no bird to sing To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring No flowers to please - no bees to hum The coming spring's already come I never want the Christmas rose To come before its time The seasons each as God bestows Are simple and sublime I love to see the snowstorm hing 'Tis but the winter garb of spring I never want the grass to bloom The snowstorm's best in white I love to see the tempest come And love its piercing light The dazzled eyes that love to cling O'er snow-white meadows sees
  3. I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale or a gibe To please a companion Around the fire at the club, Being certain that they and I But lived where motley is worn: All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent
  4. They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed; I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking, and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. William Johnson Cory - 'Heraclitus' translated
  5. Compleynt, compleynt I hearde upon a day, Artemis singing, Artemis, Artemis Agaynst Pity lifted her wail: Pity causeth the forests to fail. Pity slayeth my nymphs, Pity spareth so many an evil thing. Pity befouleth April, Pity is the root and the spring. Now if no fayre creature followeth me It is on account of Pity, It is on account that Pity forbideth them slaye. All things are made foul in this season, This is the reason, none may seek purity Having for foulnesse pity And things growne awry; No more do my shaftes fly To s
  6. Hi jfp! Good to hear from you again. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon hath born my mak away. He bare hym up, he bare hym down, He bare hym in to an orchard brown. In that orchard there was an hall, That was hangid with purpill and pall; And in that hall there was a bed, Hit was hangid with gold so red; And yn that bed there lyeth a knight, His wounds bleeding day and night; By that bedis side there kneeleth a may, And she weepeth both night and day; And by that beddis side there stondith a ston, "Corpus Christi" wretyn ther-on.
  7. Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail. And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and the fish he took was Whale. But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail, And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine, 'I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.' The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink, The seven heavens came roaring down fo
  8. Let’s all drink to lockdown - hear, hear From this day forth to unhold, to see the nothing in ringed gold, uncare for you when you are old. New vows you make me swear to keep – not ever wake with you, or sleep, or your body, with mine, worship; this empty hand slipped from your glove, these lips sip never from our loving cup, I may not cherish, kiss; unhave, unlove… And all my worldly goods to unendow… And who here present upon whom I call… Carol Ann Duffy - 'New Vows'
  9. Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his ow
  10. I felt that Id a right to song And sung – but in a timid strain Of fondness for my native plain For every thing I felt a love The weeds below the birds above And weeds that bloomed in summers hours I thought they should be reckoned flowers They made a garden free for all And so I loved them great and small... And so it cheered me while I lay Among their beautiful array To think that I in humble dress Might have a right to happiness And sing as well as greater men And then I strung the lyre agen And heartened up and oer
  11. There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav'nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow; Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still, Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with pierc
  12. Look, stranger, on this island now The leaping light for your delight discovers, Stand stable here And silent be, That through the channels of the ear May wander like a river The swaying sound of the sea. Here at a small field's ending pause Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges Oppose the pluck And knock of the tide, And the shingle scrambles after the suck- -ing surf, A moment on its sheer side. Far off like floating seeds the ships Diverge on urgent voluntary errands, And this full view Indeed may enter
  13. It's a bit misleading, in such a short summary, to say ' the two decide to remain together'. Throughout the book the two live in the same town, but are not by any means 'together'. Near the end of the book they plan to run away together, but this doesn't happen. The author sympathises with her, and to some extent with him, but clearly still feels that Adultery is Wrong. In a striking scene the pair meet - in a wood, I think. He persuades her that what they did wasn't wrong, and she tears the A off her dress. However, Pearl is upset by this, and can only be calmed by Hester pinning the A on aga
  14. Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot high, And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern stalks upon higher, Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire. Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged lions, make but poor shows, Because children demand Daddy-long-legs upon his timber toes, Because women in the upper storeys demand a face at the pane That patching old heels they may shriek, I take to chisel and plane. Malachi Stilt-Jack am I, whatever I lea
  15. Thus, thus begin the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights; His morn now riseth and invites To sports, to dances, and delights: All envious and profane, away! This is the shepherds’ holiday. Strew, strew the glad and smiling ground With every flower, yet not confound; The primrose drop, the spring’s own spouse, Bright day’s-eyes, and the lips of cows, The garden-star, the queen of May, The rose, to crown the holiday. Drop, drop y
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