CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM FOURTH
MOONLIGHT LETTERHEAD
I WOULD LIKE TO FLIGHT LIKE A NIGHT HAWK
FLYING OVER EIGHT HUNDRED MILES FROM SHANXI PLAIN
BUT MY WINGS ARE UNABLE TO BEAT
IN THE SOUTHERN LAND DRENCHED IN RAIN
THE HUE OF CYAN IS HIDDEN INTO MOUNTAINS
HUSHED BIRDS ARE SHADOW BY SCATTERED TREES
WHILE SNOW IS MELTING INTO ROLLING WAVES
I TEAR OFF A RAY OF MOONLIGHT SO CLEAR AND BRIGHT
WISHING TO WRIGHT A LETTER TO THE SOUTHERN LAND
WHERE ROMANCE IS DROWNED BLOSSOMING SEA
AND TO ASK
THE WINDING TIDE AS A CARRIER TO OFFER A HELPFUL HAND
FULL AND RIPE WHEAT GRAINS WONT BE COUNTED IN
ONLY THE LOOK OF NORTHERN STARRY SUMMER NIGHT
AS WELL AS THE LOOK OF THE NORTHERN STARRY SUMMER NIGHT
AS WELL AS THE LOOK OF THE NORTHERN STARRY SUMMER NIGHT AS WELL AS THE LOOK OF AN ANGEL IN SOUND SLEEPING WILL BE MAILED IN THE LETTER OF MOONLIGHT

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM FIFTH
A RED RED ROSE
BY ROBERT BURNS
O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE
THAT IS NEWLY SPRUNG IN JUNE
OO MY LUVE IS LIKE A MELODIE
THAT IS SWEETLY PLAYED IN TUNE
AS FAIR THOU ART
MY BONIE LASS
SO DEEP IN LUVE AM I
AND I WILL LUVE THEE STILL MY DEAR
TILL A THE SEAS GANG DRY
TILL A THE SEA GANG DRY
MY DEAR
AND THE ROCK MELT WI THE SUN
AND I WILL LUVE THEE STILL MY DEAR
WHILE THE SANDS O LIFE SHALL RUN
AND FARE THEE WEEL MY ONLY LUVE
AND FARE THEE WEEL A WHILE
AND I WILL COME AGAIN MY LUVE
THOS IT WERE TEN THOUSAND MILE

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM SIXTH
COMPENSATION
FOR EACH ECSTATIC INSTANT
WE MUST AN ANGUISH PAY
IN KEEN AND QUIVERING RATIO
TO THE ECSTASY
FOR EACH BELOVED HOUR
SHARP PITTANCES OF YEARS
BITTER CONTESTED FARTHINGS
AND COFFERS HEAPED WITH TEARS

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM SEVENTH
IN APRIL
COME HE WILL
IN MAY
SING ALL DAY
IN JUNE
CHANGE HIS TUNE
IN JULY
PREPARE TO FLY
IN AUGUST
GO HE MUST
CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM EIGHTH
DREAMS
HOLD FAST TO DREAMS
FOR IT IF DREAMS DIE
LIFE IS A BROKEN WINGED BIRD
THAT CAN NEVER FLY
HOLD FAST TO DREAMS
FOR WHEN DREAMS GO
LIFE IS A BARREN FIELD
FROZEN WITH ONLY SNOW

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM NINE
LOVE POEMS OF SCORPIO
HEAVEN WHISPERED INTO MY EAR
THAT ONE DAY
ONE SPECIAL LADY WOULD COME MY WAY
AND THAT SPECIAL LADY IS IS YOU
THESE DAYS NOW
YOUR EMBRACE FEELS SO SWEET
THIS IS SOMETHING I DREAM ABOUT
EVERYTIME I GO TO SLEEP
WHEN I SEE YOUR FACE
YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
AND I FORGET EVERYTHING
I WANT TO SAY
SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO LAY BACK
AND STARE AT YOU
BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE I THINK
ABOUT IN EVERYTHING I DO
I LOVE IT WHEN I AROUND YOU
EVERYDAY I GET CLOSE TO YOU
IT IS LIKE I AM FALLING FROM MOUNTAIN TOP
MY HEART KEEPS POUNDING
AND IT WILL NOT STOP
LET US FORGET ABOUT OUR PAST
AND MAKE THIS LOVE FOREVER LAST
JUST MAKE THE CALL
AND TAKE IT ALL
THERE IS NO NEED TO STALL
I WILL NOT MAKE YOU WAIT
BECAUSE IT IS MY LOVE
YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE
DAWM HOW I WISH I COULD BE HIM
I WISH I HAD NOT LET MY LIFE GET SO DIM
WOW
I TAKE MYSELF FOR
A LOSER NOW
I HOPE I RECOVER FROM
THIS PAIN
SOME HOW
I BLEW MY CHANCE
AND LOST SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS TO ME
I AM BREAKING DOWN NOW
CAN NOT YOU SEE
JUST SAY
I LOVE YOU
EVEN IF YOU DO NOT MEAN IT
I WILL CHERISH FOREVER
AS LONG AS
IT WAS SAID FROM YOU
IT IS FUNNY HOW THIS HAPPENS
FUNNY WHY
I AM WRITING THIS TO YOU
BUT I GUESS THERE IS NOT REALLY
ANYTHING I CAN DO
THANKS FOR KEEPING ME STRONG
THANKS FOR MAKING ME LAST LONG
YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY SWEETIE
I HOPE YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE ONE SPECIAL LADY

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM TENTH
BY EMUND O NEIL
LOVE LIKE THE MORNING SUN
SO OFTEN WHEN I AM ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE ENTER ME
LIKE THE MORNING SUNS EARLY LIGHT FILLING MY MEMORIES AND DREAMS OF US WITH A WARM AND CLEAR RADIANCE
YOU HAVE BECOME MY LOVE
MY LIFE
AND TOGETHER WE HAVE SHAPED OUR WORLD UNTIL IT SEEMS NOW AS NATURAL AS BREATHING BUT I REMEMBER WHEN IT WAS NOT ALWAYS
SO TIMES
WHEN PEACE AND HAPPINESS SEEMED MORE
LIKE INTRUDERS IN MY LIFE THAN THE FAMILIAR COMPANIONS THEY ARE TODAY
TIMES WHEN WE STRUGGLE TO KNOW EACH OTHER BUT ALWAYS SMOOTHING OUT THOSE ROUGH SPOTS UNTIL WE CAME TO SHARE OURSELVES COMPLETELY
WE CAN NEVER RID OUR LIVES ENTIRELY OF SADNESS AND DIFFICULT TIMES BUT WE CAN UNDERSTAND THEM TOGETHER AND GROW STRONGER AS INDIVIDUALS AND AS A LOVING COUPLE IF I DO NOT TELL YOU AS OFTEN AS I WOULD LIKE IT IS BECAUSE I COULD NEVER TELL YOU ENOUGH THAT I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOU
SHARING YOUR LIFE WITH MINE
AND THAT MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM ELEVEN
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE A FAILURE
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAVE NOT SUCCEEDED YET
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE BEEN A FOOL
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE BEEN A FOOL
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAD A LOT OF FAITH
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE BEEN DISGRACED
IT DOES MEAN YOU WERE WILLING TO TRY
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU DO NOT HAVE IT
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING IN A DIFFERENT WAY
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE INFERIOR
IT DOES MEAN YOU ARE NOT PERFECT
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE WASTED YOUR LIFE
IT DOES MEAN YOU HAVE A REASON TO START AFRESH
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU SHOULD GIVE UP
IT DOES MEAN YOU MUST TRY HARDER
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT
IT DOES MEAN IT WILL TAKE A LITTLE LONGER
FAILURE DOES NOT MEAN GOD HAS ABANDON YOU
IT DOES MEAN GOD HAS A BETTER IDEA

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY AND FULL OF SLEEP
AND NODDING BY THE FIRE
TAKE DOWN THIS BOOK
AND SLOWLY READ
AND DREAM OF THE SOFT LOOK
YOUR EYES HAD ONCE
AND OF THEIR SHADOWS DEEP
HOW MANY LOVED YOUR MOMENTS OF GLAD
GRACE
AND LOVE YOUR BEAUTY WITH LOVE
FALSE OR TRUE
BUT ONE MAN LOVED THE PILGRIM SOUL IN YOU
AND LOVE THE SORROWS OF YOUR CHANGING FACE
AND BENDING DOWN BESIDE THE GROWING BARS
MURMUR
A LITTLE SADLY
HOW LOVE FLED
AND PEACED UPON THE MOUNTAINS OVERHEAD
AND HIS FACE AMID A CROWD OF STARS

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM THIRTEENTH
HOME
SWEET HOME
A POEM BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER
IT SHALL BE A ROYAL MANSION
A FAIR AND BEAUTIFUL THING
IT WILL BE THE PRESENCE CHAMBER
OF THY SAVIOUR LORD AND KING
THY HOUSE SHALL BE BOUND WITH PINIONS
TO MANSIONS OF REST ABOVE
BUT GRACE SHALL FORGE ALL THE FETTERS
WITH THE LINKS AND CORDS OF LOVE
THOU SHALT BE FREE IN THIS MANSION
FROM SORROW AND PAIN OF HEART
FOR THE PEACE OF GOD SHALL ENTER
AND NEVER AGAIN DEPART

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM FOURTEENTH
SPRING
BY THOMAS NASHE
SPRING
THE SWEET SPRING
IS THE YEARS PLEASANT KING
THEN BLOOMS EACH THING
THEN MAIDS DANCE IN A RING
COLD DOTH NOT STING
THE PRETTY BIRDS DO SING
CUCKOO
JUG JUG
PU WE
TO WITTA WOO
THE PALM AND MAY MAKE COUNTRY HOUSES GAY
LAMBS FRISK AND PLAY
THE SHEPHERDS PIPE ALL DAY
AND WE HEAR AYE BIRDS TUNE THIS MERRY LAY
CUCKOO
JUG JUG
PU WE
TO WITTA WOO
THE FIELDS BREATHE SWEET
THE DAISIES KISS THE FEET
YOUNG LOVERS MEET
OLD WIVES A SUNNING SIT
IN EVERY STREET THESE TUNES OUR EARS DO GREAT
CUCKOO
JUG JUG
PU WE
TO WITTA WOO
SPRING
THE SWEET SPRING

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM FIFTEENTH
WINDFLOWERS
WINDFLOWERS
WINDFLOWERS
MY FATHER TOLD ME NOT TO GO
NEAR THEM
HE SAID HE FEARED THEM ALWAYS
AND HE TOLD ME THAT THEY
CARRIED HIM AWAY
WINDFLOWERS
BEAUTIFUL WINDFLOWERS
I COULD NOT WAIT TO TOUCH THEM
TO SMELL THEM I HELD THEM
CLOSELY
AND NOW I CAN NOT BREAK AWAY
THEIR SWEET BOUQUET DISAPPEARS
LIKE VAPOUR IN THE DESERT
SO TAKE A WARNING
SON
WINDFLOWERS
ANCIENT WINDFLOWERS
THEIR BEAUTY CAPTURE EVERY YOUNG DREAMER
WHO LINGERS NEAR THEM
BUT ANCIENT WINDFLOWERS
I LOVE YOU

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM SIXTEENTH
IF
IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD WHEN ALL ABOUT YOU
ARE LOSING THEIRS AND ALL ABOUT YOU
IF YOU CAN TRUST YOURSELF WHEN ALL MEN DOUBT YOU
BUT MAKE ALLOWANCE FOR THEIR DOUBTING TOO
IF YOU CAN WAIT AND NOT BE TIRED BY WAITING
OR BEING LIED ABOUT
DONT DEAL IN LIES
OR BEING HATED
DONT GIVE WAY TO HATING
AND YET
DONT LOOK GOOD
NOR TALK TOO WISE
IF YOU CAN DREAM
AND NOT TAKE DREAMS YOU MASTER
IF YOU CAN THINK
AND NOT MAKE THOUGHTS AIM

IF YOU CAN MEET WITH TRIUMPH AND DISASTER
AND TREAT THOSE TWO IMPOSTERS JUST ABOUT
THE SAME
IF YIU CAB BEAR TO HEAR THE TRUTH YIU LOVE TO SPOKEN
TWESETED BT KNAVS TO MAKE A TRAP FOR FOOLS
OR WATCH THE THINGS YOU GAVE TO BROKEN
AND STOOD AND BUILD UP ON WITH WORN OUT TOOLS
IF YOU CAN MAKE ONE HEAP OF
ALL YOUR WINGINGS
AND RISK IT ON ONE TURN OF PICH AND TOES
ANS START AGAIN AT YOUR BEGINNINGS
AND NEVER BREATHE A WORD ABOUT YOUR LOSS
IF YOU CAN FORCEYOUR HEART AND NEVER SINEW
TO SERVE LONG AFTER THEY ARE GONE
IF YOU CAN TALK WITH CROWDS AND KEEP YOUR VIRTUE
OR TALK WITH KINGS NORE LOOSE THE COMMON TOUCH
IF NEITHER FOOLS NOR LOVING FRIENDS CAN HURT YOU
IF ALL MEN COUNT WITH YOU
BUT NONE TOO MUCH
IF YOU CAN FILL THE NONE FORGIVING MINUTES
WITH SIXTY SECONDS WORTH OF DISTANCE RUN
YOURS IS THE EARTH AND EVERYTHING THAT IS IN IT
AND WHICH IS MORE YOU WILL BE A MAN MY SON

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM SEVENTEENTH
DREAMS
BY LANGSTON HUGHS
HOLD FAST TO DREAMS
FOR IF DREAM DIE
LIFE IS A BROKEN WINGS BIRD
THAT CAN NEVER FLY
HOLD FAST TO DREAMS
FOR WHEN DREAMS GO
LIFE IS A BARREN FILD
FROZEN WITH ONLY SNOW

CLASSICAL ENGLISH POEM EIGHTEENTH
MY LAST WILL
JOE HILL
MY WILL IS EASY TO DECIDE
FOR OTHER IS NOTHING TO DIVIDE
MY KIN DONT NEED TO FUSS AND MOAN
MOSS DOES NOT CLING TO ROLLING STONE
MY BODY OH IF I COULD CHOOSE
TO ASHES I WOULD LET IT REDUCE
AND LET THE MERRY BREEZE BLOW
MY DUST TO WHERE SOME FLOWERS GROW
PERHAPS SOME FADING FLOWERS THEN
WOULD COME TO LIFE AND BLOW AGAIN
THIS IS MY LAST AND FINAL WILL
GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF YOU