English

Leave this gawdy guilded Stage
From custome more than use frequented
Where fooles of either sex and age
Crowd to see themselves presented.
To loves Theatre the Bed
Youth and beauty fly together
And Act soe well it may be said
The Lawrell there was due to either.
Twixt strifes of Love and war the difference Lies in this
When neither overcomes Loves triumph greater is.

I have heard whispers that I cannot speak,
Melodies, whose uncapturable tone
Drifted by starlight out of the unknown,
And left me shaken with beauty, and faint and weak.
And in the midnight when the timbers creak
Dreams have possessed me, greater than my own,
And in my solitary heart alone
I have seen grails I never will dare seek.

Why thunder the incalculable wings
About me so, if I am not to fly?
Why do the voices yet within me cry
Melodious? Why do the wild lights gleam,
And spill strange beauty over common things?

Could you keep the tints of spring
On the woods in misty brightness;
Keep the half-veiled boughs a-swing
To the linnet's flitting lightness;
Through the birch leaves' rippling green
Hold the maple-keys from dropping;
On the sward with May-showers clean,
Cheat the violets into stopping;

Could you make the rosebud's lips
Vow to be a bud forever;
From the sedges' wavering tips,
Bid the pendent dewdrop never;
Could you make the sunrise hour
For a lifetime overbrood you;
Could you change the year's full dower

But mark what he did
For to get to his station:
He told a damned lie
In the ear of the king.
Then a shite on his name,
For I'm all for the nation,
So don't bother me
With the name of the thing.
His taxes now prove
His great love for the people,
So wisely they're managed
To starve the poor souls.
Sure the praise of the man
Should be rung in each steeple
That would rob them of daylight,
Of candles and coals…

Wee Boo Peep, he lies rowin' on the floor,
Rum tumblin' up an' doun, dorty an' dour;
Sour as a sourack, and round as a neep,
A queer wirly warly is our Boo Peep.

Wee Boo Peep, he dances and he sings,
He laughs and he skirls till the hale house rings;
His fair wee face whiles is black as a sweep,
But warm are the lips aye o' Wee Boo Peep.

Wee Boo Peep, he chuckles and he leers,
His een glist wi' glee, or glammerit wi' tears;
He craws like a cock, he baas like a sheep,
Ye canna tell what's up wi' Wee Boo Peep.

Still much to read, but too late.
I turn out the light.
The leaves of the tree are green beside the street-lamp;
the wind hardly blows and the tree makes no noise.

Tomorrow up early,
the crowded street-car, the factory.

Many a deed of faithful daring may obtain no record here,
Wrought where none could see or note it, save the one Almighty Seer.

Many a deed awhile remembered, out of memory needs must fall,
Covered, as the years roll onward, by oblivion's creeping pall:

But there are which never, never to oblivion can give room,
Till in flame earth's records perish, till the thunder-peal of doom.

And of these through all the ages married to immortal fame,
One is linked, and linked for ever, Balaklava, with thy name—

Mother in gladness, Mother in sorrow,
Mother today, and Mother tomorrow,
With arms ever open to fold and caress you
O Mother of Mine, may God keep you and bless you.

Mother in gladness, Mother in sorrow,
Mother today, and Mother tomorrow,
With arms ever open to fold and caress you
O Mother of Mine, may God keep you and bless you.

Nicander, ooh, your leg's got hairs!
Watch they don't creep up into your arse.
Because, darling, if they do, you'll soon know
How the lovers flee you, and years go.

OFFSPRING of Heav'n we bend to thee,
Sweet smiling goddess liberty!
Thy presence we adore;
Still with thy fav'rite isle reside,
And constant as the flowing tide,
Thy energies restore!
That fell security may never prove,
The grave of freedom, and of public love:

For ah! on ev'ry side, appears
The rusting hand of fleeting years,
And dire corruption's blast;
Thy Athens once so bless'd, and free!
Is curs'd with chains and infamy,
And Sparta's pride is pass'd!