"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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Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), My Lost Youth |
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Cloud City
What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? -John Keats (1795-1821), Ode on a Grecian Urn |
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White Veil
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), The Snow-Storm |
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Gate
here I opened wide the door;-- Darkness there, and nothing more. -Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), The Raven |
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Veiled Destinies
And others came. Desires and Adorations; Wingèd Persuasions, and veiled Destinies; -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |
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Gate
It lies in Heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. -Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), The Blessed Damozel |