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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
Frankie and Johnnie
Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each other, As true as the stars above;
Advice to a Lover
The sea hath many thousand sands, The sun hath motes as many; The sky is full of stars, and Love As full of woes as any:
O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast.
The Three Ravens
There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be. The one of them said to his mate,
God and the Soldier
God and the soldier All men adore In time of trouble, And no more;
When you startle awake in the dark morning heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole
Angelica the Doorkeeper
The falcon soars The town's gates are even higher Angelica's their doorkeeper
A Hymn to the Virgin
OF on that is so fayr and bright Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella:
Sir Patrick Spence
The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?"
Barbara Allen's Cruelty
IN Scarlet town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin', Made every youth cry Well-a-way! Her name was Barbara Allen.
O I forbid you, maidens a', That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there.
There is a Lady sweet and kind, Thomas F...
THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...