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• To F.J.S.

  I read, dear friend, in your dear face
  Your life’s tale told with perfect grace;
  The river of your life, I trace …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• O, My Friend

  O, my friend,
  What fitting word can I say?
  You, my chum, …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• We Have Been Friends Together

  We have been friends together,
  In sunshine and in shade;
  Since first beneath the chestnut-trees …

  Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

• Departure

  Adieu, kind Life, though thou hast often been
  Lavish of quip, and scant of courtesy,
  Beneath thy roughness I have found in thee …

  May Riley Smith

• Poet to His Love

  An old silver church in a forest
  Is my love for you.
  The trees around it …

  Maxwell Bodenheim

• Venus Transiens

  Tell me,
  Was Venus more beautiful
  Than you are, …

  Amy Lowell

• Choice

  I'd rather have the thought of you
  To hold against my heart,
  My spirit to be taught of you …

  Angela Morgan

• Silentium Amoris

  As often-times the too resplendent sun
  Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
  Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won …

  Oscar Wilde

• Cuckoo Song

  Sumer is icumen in,
  Lhude sing cuccu!
  Groweth sed, and bloweth med, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Alison

  Bytuene Mershe ant Averil
  When spray biginneth to spring,
  The lutel foul hath hire wyl …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Spring-tide

  Lenten ys come with love to toune,
  With blosmen ant with briddes roune,
  That al this blisse bryngeth; …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Blow, Northern Wind

  Ichot a burde in boure bryht,
  That fully semly is on syht,
  Menskful maiden of myht; …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• This World's Joy

  Wynter wakeneth al my care,
  Nou this leves waxeth bare;
  Ofte I sike ant mourne sare …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• A Hymn to the Virgin

  Of on that is so fayr and bright
  Velut maris stella,
  Brighter than the day is light, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Of a rose, a lovely rose,Of a rose is al myn song.

  Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
  How this rose began to sprynge;
  Swych a rose to myn lykynge …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Praise of Women

  No thyng ys to man so dere
  As wommanys love in gode manere.
  A gode womman is mannys blys, …

  Robert Mannyng of Brunne

• Freedom

  A! Fredome is a noble thing!
  Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
  Fredome all solace to man giffis, …

  John Barbour

• The Love Unfeigned

  O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she,
  In which that love up groweth with your age,
  Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, …

  Geoffrey Chaucer

• Balade

  Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
  Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
  Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere; …

  Geoffrey Chaucer

• Merciles Beaute

  1. CAPTIVITY
  YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly,
  I may the beautè of hem not sustene, …

  Geoffrey Chaucer

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