(From The Point of View, U.S.,… “THE LOVE I bear you, dearest, Would make the sweetest tale, We’d sail upon a sea of bliss, And I would lift the sail.
BALOW, my babe, lie still and sl… It grieves me sore to see thee wee… Wouldst thou be quiet I’se be gla… Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad: Balow my boy, thy mother’s joy,
A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard
IN somer when the shawes be sheyn… And leves be large and long, Hit is full merry in feyre foreste To here the foulys song. To se the dere draw to the dale
SHALL I thus ever long, and be… And shall I still complain to the… Alas! say nay! say nay! and be… But open thou thy manly mouth and… Whereby my heart may think, alt…
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble And you better not fight. T. Bentley will arrest you,
Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons,
“If all the world were paper And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and ch… What would we do for drink? If all the world were sand O,
The man cut his throat and left hi… The others went to get it. When they got there they put the h… Farther on the head fell out onto… They put the head back in the sack…
My dress is silent when I tread t… Or stay at home or stir upon the w… Sometimes my trappings and the lof… Raise me above the dwelling-place… And then the power of clouds carri…
O WHAT a plague is love! How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove, I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind
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…
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my ar… And I in my bed again!
SUMER is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu— Sing cuccu!
Have you ever heard the torrent of… As it curses it’s way to Vitipura… Through rapids vitriolic and catar… To it’s final foul mutterings in…
