With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling—my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea Edgar Allan Poe BREAK, BREAK, BREAK BREAK, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Alfred, Lord Tennyson A RED, RED ROSE O MY Luve's like a red, red rose That's sweetly play'd in tune! As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, Robert Burns SALLY IN OUR ALLEY Her father he makes cabbage-nets And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em: But sure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt To walk abroad with Sally; My master carries me to church, She is the darling of my heart, When Christmas comes about again O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbours all But when my seven long years are out O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, Henry Carey SONG "OH! Love," they said, "is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down." But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all too high. So whenever I meet a Queen, I said, I will not catch her eye. "Oh! Love," they said, and "Love," they said, "The gift of Love is this; A crown of thorns about thy head, And vinegar to thy kiss!" But Tragedy is not for me; And I'm content to be gay. |