Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,

Deep in the wood’s recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green… My lord and lady side by side. But who has hung from leaf to leaf…

In the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear it. Who knows? In the pink of its bloom,

Droop all the flowers in my garden… All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing,

It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer upon his mouth. Behind him rode a hundred men

Why in my neighbour’s garden Are the flowers more sweet than mi… I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbour’s garden

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…

I’m out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tre… For them I have no sympathy;

With a knock upon the window comes… ’Tis his step upon the threshold;… ‘Oh, will you up and follow, swift… By mountain hill and hollow?’ said… Said the brave volunteer, said the…

Haste, maiden, haste! the spray ha… The dawn creeps o’er the heavens g… Come, see the bud ere breaking, th… ‘A moment, Time, until I bind my… Come, maiden, come! the bud has bu…

I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine,

Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to hold, At the wave of whose hand

It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…

This is the son of the white morni… Combing her silken hair’s simmer o… All of her slenderness wrapped in… Green of the dawning sky, dear to… ‘When the lime is in blossom the b…

When the dark comes, ‘Is this the end?’ I pray; No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again