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| | I Hid My Love (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864))
I hid my love to my despite
Till i could not bear to look at the light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place...
continue reading | It Was A Lover And His Lass (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616))
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
continue reading | Know Celia, Since Thou Art So Proud (by: Thomas Carew (1594 - 1640))
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud,
'Twas I that gave thee thy renown.
Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd
Of common beauties lived unknown
Had not my verse extolled thy name,
And with it imped the wings of Fame.
continue reading | So Bashful When I Spied Her (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886))
So breathless till I passed here --
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing...
continue reading | There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind (by: Thomas Ford (1580 - 1648))
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I'll love her till I die.
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