#Americans
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang sy… And when none else your charms mig… I’ll not deny, Fair nymph, that I
The women-folk are like to books,— Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. I hear that many are for sale,—
Two dreams came down to earth one… From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of the old, old da… And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of a shady lane
Syn that you, Chloe, to your mode… Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures fu… Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-h… Whenas come lovers with theyre pit… Sothly it ben faire to give up you…
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityru… restored to him by the emperor Aug… poem is in praise of Augustus, pea… _Meliboeus_— Tityrus, all in the shade of the w…
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my we…
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside A fair and passing tranquil lake; Though velvet bucks sped here and…
When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies— As though it were a wandering clou… The ghostly dream-ship flies. An angel stands at the dream-ship’…
My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…
The Blue and the Gray collided on… In the future great town of Misso… And if all that we hear is the tru… That they tackled each other with… While the weather waxed hot they h…
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an’ his littl… 'T wuz “Blow, ye winds, as blow y… Naught we reck of your cold and no… For happy and warm were he an’ his…
The little French doll was a dear… Tricked out in the sweetest of dre… Her eyes were of hue A most delicate blue And dark as the night were her tre…
He placed a rose in my nut-brown h… A deep red rose with a fragrant he… And said: 'We’ll set this day apa… So sunny, so wondrous fair.' His face was full of a happy light…
Sweet, bide with me and let my lov… Be an enduring tether; Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But let us dwell together. You’ve come each morn to sip the s…
The mountain brook sung lonesomeli… Ez if it waited for a child to jin… The wild-flowers uv the hillside b… The music uv the little feet that… The magpies, like winged shadders,…
