Had I but plenty of money, money… The house for me, no doubt, were a… Ah, such a life, such a life, as o… Something to see, by Bacchus, som… There, the whole day long, one’s l…

MY LOVE, this is the bitterest,… Who art all truth and who dost lov… As thine eyes say, as thy voice br… Shouldst love so truly and couldst… A whole long life through, had but…

Let us begin and carry up this cor… Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vu… Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the…

Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst Of soul, ye bards! Quoth Bard the first: ‘Sir Olaf, the good knight, did d… His helm, and eke his habergeon ..…

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of her… And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of he… II.

Morning, evening, noon and night, 'Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well;

Frowned the Laird on the Lord: “… Death-doomed by our Law of the Bo… We’ve a gallows outside and a chie… Who trespasses—hangs: all’s in ord… He met frown with smile, did the y…

She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love he… There are plenty... men, you call… I suppose... she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases,

You’ll love me yet!'€”and I can t… Your love’s protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers… From seeds of April’s sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed

All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you?

How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings… And where, my soul, is thy pleasan… With the music of all thy voices,… In life’s November too!

Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ‘I know you b… ’Have recognized your plighted tro… Am sponsor for you: live in peace!… How many precious months and years

HIST, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugue… Answer the question I’ve put you… What do you mean by your mountaino… See, we’re alone in the loft,—

But do not let us quarrel any more… No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for… Sit down and all shall happen as y… You turn your face, but does it br… I’ll work then for your friend’s f…

All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,