1. The Beginning

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2. The Solitary Reaper

The Solitary Reaper
(William Wordsworth)

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
Listen! For the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings? -
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of today?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending; -
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my hart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

3. A Red, Red Rose

A Red, Red Rose
(Robert Burns)

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love the still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile

4. The Sleeping Beauty

The Sleeping Beauty
(Samuel Rogers)

Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile -
Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile
And move, and breathe delicious sighs!

Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks
And mantle o'er her neck of snow:
Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks
What most I wish - and fear to know!

She starts, she trembles, and she weeps!
Her fair hands folded on her breast:
- And now, how like a saint she sleeps!
A seraph in the realms of rest!

Sleep on secure! Above control
Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee:
And may the secret of thy soul
Remain within its sanctuary!

5. Commands

Commands
(France Preseren)

That I dare not, you have bidden,
Touch your hand so dear to me;
See then, O my lovely maiden,
How obedient I can be.

That I dare not, you have bidden,
Speak again of love to you;
See then, O my lovely maiden,
To your bidding I am true.

That I must not, you have bidden,
Any more pay court to you;
See then, O my lovely maiden,
How my passion I subdue.

That I must not, you have bidden,
When I see you, turn your way;
See then, O my lovely maiden,
How your orders I obey.

Lastly, you have also bidden,
I must cease to think of you;
Know then, O my lovely maiden,
That is what I cannot do.

Change my poor heart for a neighbour's
Or endure till it grows cold -
Until then vain are your labours,
Since your image I must hold.

6. Remembrance

Remembrance
(Emily Bronte)

Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee

7. When We Two Parted

When We Two Parted
(Lord Byron)

When we two parted in silence and tears,
Half broken - hearted, to sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning of what I fell now.
Thy vows are all broken, and light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken and share in its shame.

They name thee before me, a knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me - why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee who knew thee too well:
Long, long, shall I rue thee too deeply to tell.

In secret we met: in silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget, thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee after long years,
How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

8. She Walks In Beauty

She Walks In Beauty
(Lord Byron)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,

Wher thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent, -

A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

9. Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul

Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul
(Robert Burns)

Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
The measur'd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy.

We part - but by these precious drops,
That fill thy lovely eyes,
No other light shall guide my steps,
Till thy bright beams arise!

She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray?

10. Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, Idle Tears
(Lord Tennyson)

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge:
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering sqare:
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

11. The Lost Love

The Lost Love
(William Wordsworth)

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove;
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!

12. The End Of The Beginning

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