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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

When I was fair and young, then favor graced me
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be
But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:
Go, go, go, seek some other where; importune me no more

The deer is humble, lovely as God made her I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods And seven Marys clean their hands to woo her Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears Poised to their points like a ...

AS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower;
Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied The blossoms so gay in their painted pride;
And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart,
For mischief ...

A short
To avoid dejection,
By
In occupations,

Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether   Death and birth
Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the

O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,— The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlig...

(Español) Me acerco y me retiro:¿quién sino yo hallar puedoa la ausencia en los ojosla presencia en lo lejos
Del desprecio de Filis,infelice, me ausento
¡Ay de aquel en quien esaun pérdida el desprecio
Tan atento la adoroque, en el ...

Cows suffered in the days of
For want of water and from cold,
Now of good water they have
For it is pumped by the windmill

And as it's going often at love's breaking,
The ghost of first days came again to us,
The silver willow through window then stretched in,
The silver beauty of her gentle branches

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road;

Hark
from the battlements of yonder
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,