Moonlight in front of my bed--
I took it for frost on the ground!
I lift my eyes to watch the mountain moon,
lower them and dream of home.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.

The moon shall be a darkness,
—The stars give no light,
If ever I prove false
—To my heart's delight;
In the middle of the ocean
—Green grow the myrtle tree,
If ever I prove false
—To my Love that loves me.

The moon is the companion
of the Goddess of Wu Mountain;
the flowers are the neighbors of her lover,
Sung Yü;
they are as far apart as if the stars were in between!
" Had I known at the beginning the bitterness of parting
I would never have loved you! "

The moon comes from the blue sky,
falls into my cup of wine.
The wine finished, the moon disappears,
shining as always in the sky.

A monster, in a course of vice grown old,
Leaves to his gaping heir his ill-gained gold:
Straight breathes his bust, straight are his virtues shown,
Their date commencing with the sculptured stone.
If on his specious marble we rely,
Pity a worth like his should ever die!
If credit to his real life we give,
Pity a wretch like him should ever live!

Modestly we violets cower,
Each within a little bower,
Cool and green.
Each contented with the hour,
Welcoming both sun and shower,
In our leafy home unseen.

Misty-moisty was the morn,
Chilly was the weather;
There I met an old man
Dressed all in leather.

Mister Williams
lets youn me move
tother side the house

the woman
choppin woods
mite nigh the awkerdist thing

Misshapen , black, unlovely to the sight,
O mute companion of the murky mole,
You must feel overjoyed to have a white,
Imperious, dainty lily for a soul.