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• The Young May Moon

  The young May moon is beaming, love,
  The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love;
  How sweet to rove …

  Thomas Moore

• The Irish Peasant to His Mistress

  Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way,
  Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;
  The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd, …

  Thomas Moore

• The Light of Other Days

  Oft, in the stilly night,
  Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
  Fond Memory brings the light …

  Thomas Moore

• Battle Song

  Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark;
  What then? 'Tis day!
  We sleep no more; the cock crows—hark! …

  Ebenezer Elliott

• Plaint

  Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
  Unto the sea where no wind blows,
  Seeking the land which no one knows. …

  Ebenezer Elliott

• The Sun rises bright in France

  The sun rises bright in France,
  And fair sets he;
  But he has tint the blythe blink he had …

  Allan Cunningham

• Hame, Hame, Hame

  Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—
  O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
  When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree, …

  Allan Cunningham

• The Spring of the Year

  Gone were but the winter cold,
  And gone were but the snow,
  I could sleep in the wild woods …

  Allan Cunningham

• Jenny kiss'd Me

  Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
  Jumping from the chair she sat in;
  Time, you thief, who love to get …

  Leigh Hunt

• Love and Age

  I PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing,
  When I was six and you were four;
  When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, …

  Thomas Love Peacock

• The Grave of Love

  I DUG, beneath the cypress shade,
  What well might seem an elfin's grave;
  And every pledge in earth I laid, …

  Thomas Love Peacock

• Three Men of Gotham

  Seamen three! What men be ye?
  Gotham's three wise men we be.
  Whither in your bowl so free? …

  Thomas Love Peacock

• To Death

  Come not in terrors clad, to claim
  An unresisting prey:
  Come like an evening shadow, Death! …

  Caroline Southey

• For Music

  There be none of Beauty's daughters
  With a magic like thee;
  And like music on the waters …

  Lord Byron

• We'll go no more a-roving

  So, we'll go no more a-roving
  So late into the night,
  Though the heart be still as loving, …

  Lord Byron

• The Children Band

  All holy influences dwell within
  The breast of Childhood: instincts fresh from God
  Inspire it, ere the heart beneath the rod …

  Sir Aubrey De Vere

• The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna

  Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
  As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
  Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot …

  Charles Wolfe

• Hymn of Pan

  from the forests and highlands
  We come, we come;
  From the river-girt islands, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• The Invitation

  Best and brightest, come away!
  Fairer far than this fair Day,
  Which, like thee to those in sorrow, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Hellas

  The world's great age begins anew,
  The golden years return,
  The earth doth like a snake renew …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

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