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Language: English
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Your brother has a falcon,
Your sister has a flower.
But what is left for mannikin,
Born within an hour?
I'll nurse you on my knee, my knee,
My own little son;
I'll rock you, rock you, in my arms,
My least little one.
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
While the snow falls on me, colder and colder.
You are my one, and I have not another;
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure;
Sleep warm and soft, in the arms of your mother,
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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I dug and dug amongst the snow,
And thought the flowers would never grow;
I dug and dug amongst the sand,
And still no green thing came to hand.
Melt, o snow! the warm winds blow
To thaw the flowers and melt the snow;
But all the winds from every land
Will rear no blossom from the sand.
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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When a mounting skylark sings
In the sunlit summer morn,
I know that heaven is up on high,
And on earth are fields of corn.
But when a nightingale sings,
In the moonlit summer even,
I know not if earth is merely earth,
Only that heaven is heaven.
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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Blind from my birth,
Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.
Hark! hark!
A lark is singing,
His notes are all for me.
For me his mirth:
Till some day I shall see
Beautiful flowers
And birds in bowers
Where ail joy-bells are ringing.
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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Love me, - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.
Mother's arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me, - I love you.
Submitted by Ted Perry
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"Good-bye in fear, good-bye in sorrow,
Good-bye, and all in vain,
Never to meet again, my dear" -
"Never to part again."
"Good-bye today, good-bye tomorrow,
Good-bye till earth shall wane,
Never to meet again, my dear" -
"Never to part again."
Submitted by Ted Perry
Language: English
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Roses blushing red and white,
For delight;
Honeysuckle wreaths above,
For love:
Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,
For hope:
Shining lilies tall and straight,
For royal state;
Dusky pansies, let them be
For mernory;
With violets of fragrant breath,
For death.
Submitted by Ted Perry
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