"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall,
Edward, Edward?
And what will ye do with your towers and your hall,
That were so fair to see, O?"
"I'll let them stand till down they fall,
Mother, mother;
I'll let them stand till down they fall,
For here never more must I be, O."
-Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600),
Edward, Edward
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Cloud City
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1798 |
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Far Away Shore
Oft on a plat of rising ground I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; -John Milton (1608-1674), Il Penseroso |
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Sea Lights
And enamour'd do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Thorough swords, thorough seas, whither she would ride. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), The Triumph of Charis, from A Celebration of Charis in Ten Lyric Pieces |
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River of Light
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance. -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud |
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City of Lights
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. -Robert Herrick (1591-1673), The Night-Piece to Julia |
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Passage of Light
And from her arch'd brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), The Triumph of Charis, from A Celebration of Charis in Ten Lyric Pieces |
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Towers So Fair
"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, That were so fair to see, O?" "I'll let them stand till down they fall, Mother, mother; I'll let them stand till down they fall, For here never more must I be, O." -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Edward, Edward |
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Towers So Fair
"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, That were so fair to see, O?" "I'll let them stand till down they fall, Mother, mother; I'll let them stand till down they fall, For here never more must I be, O." -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Edward, Edward |
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Towers So Fair
"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, That were so fair to see, O?" "I'll let them stand till down they fall, Mother, mother; I'll let them stand till down they fall, For here never more must I be, O." -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Edward, Edward |
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Towers So Fair
"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, That were so fair to see, O?" "I'll let them stand till down they fall, Mother, mother; I'll let them stand till down they fall, For here never more must I be, O." -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Edward, Edward |
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Towers So Fair
"And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do with your towers and your hall, That were so fair to see, O?" "I'll let them stand till down they fall, Mother, mother; I'll let them stand till down they fall, For here never more must I be, O." -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Edward, Edward |
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Ocean Gems
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard |
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Twinkling Bay
A hundred lamps beam'd in the tranquil gloom, From tree to tree all through the twinkling grove, -Matthew Arnold, Mycerinus,1849 |
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Jewels in the Night
He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night, And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows; -Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), Bermudas |
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Golden Bay
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Not all, that glisters, gold. -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes |
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