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Green Grow the Rashes, O by Robert Burns 1787
Green grow the rashes, O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O There's nought but care on ev'ry han' In every hour that passes, O What signifies the life o' man An' 'twere na for the lasses, O The war'ly race may riches chase An' riches still may fly them, O An' tho' at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O But gie me a cannie hour at e'en My arms about my Dearie, O An' warly cares, an' warly men May a' gae ...
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A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti
In The bleak mid-winter Frosty winds made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ.
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Bonny George Campbell by Anonymous circa 16th century
Hie upon the Highlands, and laigh upon the Tay, Bonnie George Campbell rode, out on a day. He saddled, he bridled, and gallant rode he, And hame came his guid horse, but never cam he. Out cam his mother, dear, greeting fu sair, And out cam his bonnie bryde, riving her hair. "The meadow lies green the corn is unshorn But bonnie George Campbell will never return. Saddled and bridled and booted rode he, A plume in his helment, a sword at his knee. but toom cam his saddle, all bloody to see Oh ...
Where Children Live by Naomi Shihab Nye
Where Children Live Homes where children live exude a pleasant rumpledness, like a bed made by a child, or a yard littered with balloons. To be a child again one would need to shed details till the heart found itself dressed in the coat with a hood. Now the heart has taken on gloves and mufflers, the heart never goes outside to find something to "do." And the house takes on a new face, dignified. No lost shoes blooming under bushes. No chipped trucks in the drive. Grown-ups like swings ...
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Hope by Lisel Mueller
Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it shakes sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills, it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages, it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from the tops of maples. It sprouts in each occluded eye of the many-eyed potato, it lives in each earthworm segment surviving cruelty, it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog, it is the mouth that inflates the lungs of the child that has just been born. It ...
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