TWAS the night after Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring—except… The stockings were flung in haste… For hopes of St. Nicholas were no… The children were restlessly tossi…
O WALY, waly, up the bank, And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my Love wont to ga… I lean’d my back unto an aik,
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble And you better not fight. T. Bentley will arrest you,
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…
The key to friendship Is not in the hand you hold But how you hold the hand. It’s not in the tears you dry But all the reasons why.
Late at e’en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. ‘What though ye be my sister’s lor…
LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine, And ere they paid the lawin’, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawin’. ‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!
Jhesu, that ys kyng in trone, As Thou shoope bothe sonne and mo… And all that shalle dele and dyght… Now lene us grace such dedus to do… In Thy blys that we may wone -
AS ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How should I know your true love,
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…
LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde… How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge In al this word ne knowe I non… The Aungil came fro hevene tour,
THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep… Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;
I have a gentil cock croweth me day he doth me risen early my matins for to stay I have a gentil cock
There is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…