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The Taming of the Shrew 13 by William Shakespeare ACT III.
SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house
Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO as LUCENTIO, KATHERINA, BIANCA,
LUCENTIO as CAMBIO, and ATTENDANTS
BAPTISTA. [To TRANIO] Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day
That Katherine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What will be said? What mockery will it be
To want the bridegroom when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
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The Taming of the Shrew 12 by William ShakespeareACT III. SCENE I. Padua. BAPTISTA'S house
Enter LUCENTIO as CAMBIO, HORTENSIO as LICIO, and BIANCA
LUCENTIO. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir.
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katherine welcome'd you withal?
HORTENSIO. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony.
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.
LUCENTIO. Preposterous ass, that ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew 11 by William ShakespeareRe-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO
PETRUCHIO. Here comes your father. Never make denial;
I must and will have Katherine to my wife.
BAPTISTA. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
PETRUCHIO. How but well, sir? how but well?
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
BAPTISTA. Why, how now, daughter Katherine, in your dumps?
KATHERINA. Call you me daughter? Now I promise you
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard
To wish me wed to one half lunatic,
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The Taming of the Shrew 10 by William ShakespeareExit SERVANT leading HORTENSIO carrying the lute
and LUCENTIO with the books
BAPTISTA. We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.
PETRUCHIO. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have bettered rather than decreas'd.
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Summons to Love by William DrummondPhoebus, arise!
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The nightingales thy coming each-where sing:
Make an eternal Spring!
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;
Spread forth thy golden hair
In larger locks than thou wast wont before,
And emperor-like decore
With diadem of pearl thy temples fair:
Chase hence the ugly night
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Spring by Thomas NashSpring, the sweet Spring, is the year's 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 our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning si ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew 09 by William ShakespeareACT Il. SCENE I. Padua. BAPTISTA'S house
Enter KATHERINA and BIANCA
BIANCA. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me-
That I disdain; but for these other gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Or what you will command me will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.
KATHERINA. Of all thy suitors here I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov'st best. See thou dissemble not.
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The Taming of the Shrew 08 by William ShakespeareGRUMIO. Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.
PETRUCHIO. Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
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The Taming of the Shrew 07 by William ShakespeareHORTENSIO. Her father is Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman;
Her name is Katherina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
PETRUCHIO. I know her father, though I know not her;
And he knew my deceased father well.
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.
GRUMIO. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew 06 by William ShakespeareACT I. SCENE II. Padua. Before HORTENSIO'S house
Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIO
PETRUCHIO. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua; but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say.
GRUMIO. Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?
PETRUCHIO. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
GRUMIO. Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I
should knock yo ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew 05 by William ShakespeareBAPTISTA. ... Bianca, get you in;
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
KATHERINA. A pretty peat! it is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
BIANCA. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe;
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to look, and practise by myself.
LUCENTIO. Hark, Tranio, thou mayst hear Minerva speak!
HORTENSIO. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
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The Taming of the Shrew 04 by William ShakespeareEnter the PAGE as a lady, with ATTENDANTS
SLY. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
PAGE. How fares my noble lord?
SLY. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
Where is my wife?
PAGE. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her?
SLY. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband?
My men should call me 'lord'; I am your goodman.
PAGE. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
I am your wife in all obedience.
SLY. I know it well. What must I call her?
LORD. Madam.
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The Taming of the Shrew 03 by William ShakespeareSCENE II.
A bedchamber in the LORD'S house
Enter aloft SLY, with ATTENDANTS; some with apparel, basin
and ewer, and other appurtenances; and LORD
SLY. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
FIRST SERVANT. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
SECOND SERVANT. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?
THIRD SERVANT. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
SLY. I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 'lordship.' I
ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me a ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew 02 by William ShakespeareLORD. Take him up gently, and to bed with him;
And each one to his office when he wakes.
[SLY is carried out. A trumpet sounds]
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds-
Exit SERVANT
Belike some noble gentleman that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter a SERVINGMAN
How now! who is it?
SERVANT. An't please your honour, players
That offer service to your lordsh ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Taming of the Shrew part 01 by William ShakespeareTHE TAMING OF THE SHREW
by William Shakespeare
1594
Dramatis Personae
Persons in the Induction
A LORD
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a tinker
HOSTESS
PAGE
PLAYERS
HUNTSMEN
SERVANTS
BAPTISTA MINOLA, a gentleman of Padua
VINCENTIO, a Merchant of Pisa
LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca
PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katherina
Suitors to Bianca
GREMIO
HORTENSIO
Servants to Lucentio
TRANIO
BIONDELLO
Servants to Petruchio
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A Book of Nonsense, part 9 by Edward LearThere was an Old Person of Spain,Who hated all trouble and pain;So he sate on a chairwith his feet in the air,That umbrageous Old Person of Spain.There was an Old Man who said, “Well!Will nobody answer this bell?I have pulled day and night,till my hair has grown white,But nobody answers this bell!”There was an Old Man with an Owl,Who continued to bother and howl;He sat on a rail,and imbibed bitter ale,Which refreshed that Old Man and his Owl.There was an Old Man in a casement,Who held u ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 8 by Edward LearThere was a Young Lady of Parma,Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer:When they said, “Are you dumb?”she merely said, “Hum!”That provoking Young Lady of Parma.There was an Old Person of Sparta,Who had twenty-five sons and one “darter;”He fed them on Snails,and weighed them in scales,That wonderful Person of Sparta.There was an Old Man on whose noseMost birds of the air could repose;But they all flew awayat the closing of day,Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.There was a Yo ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 7 by Edward LearThere was an Old Man of the West,Who never could get any rest;So they set him to spinon his nose and his chin,Which cured that Old Man of the West.There was an Old Person of CheadleWas put in the stocks by the BeadleFor stealing some pigs,some coats, and some wigs,That horrible person of Cheadle.There was an Old Person of Anerley,Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly;He rushed down the Strandwith a Pig in each hand,But returned in the evening to Anerley.There was a Young Lady of Wales,Wh ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 6 by Edward LearThere was an Old Man who said, “HowShall I flee from this horrible Cow?I will sit on this stile,and continue to smile,Which may soften the heart of that Cow.”There was a Young Lady of Troy,Whom several large flies did annoy;Some she killed with a thump,some she drowned at the pump,And some she took with her to Troy.There was a Young Lady of Hull,Who was chased by a virulent Bull;But she seized on a spade,and called out, “Who’s afraid?”Which distracted that virulent Bull.There was ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 5 by Edward LearThere was an Old Person of Rhodes,Who strongly objected to toads;He paid several cousinsto catch them by dozens,That futile Old Person of Rhodes.There was an Old Man of the South,Who had an immoderate mouth;But in swallowing a dishthat was quite full of Fish,He was choked, that Old Man of the South.There was an Old Man of Melrose,Who walked on the tips of his toes;But they said, “It ain’t pleasantto see you at present,You stupid Old Man of Melrose.”There was an Old Man of the Dee,Who ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 4 by Edward LearThere was an Old Person of Philoe,Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;He rushed up a Palmwhen the weather was calm,And observed all the ruins of Philoe.There was an Old Man with a poker,Who painted his face with red ochre.When they said, “You ‘re a Guy!”he made no reply,But knocked them all down with his poker.There was an Old Person of Prague,Who was suddenly seized with the plague;But they gave him some butter,which caused him to mutter,And cured that Old Person of Prague.There wa ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 3 by Edward LearThere was an Old Man of the Isles,Whose face was pervaded with smiles;He sang “High dum diddle,”and played on the fiddle,That amiable Man of the Isles.There was an Old Person of Basing,Whose presence of mind was amazing;He purchased a steed,which he rode at full speed,And escaped from the people of Basing.There was an Old Man who supposedThat the street door was partially closed;But some very large Ratsate his coats and his hats,While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.There was an Old Per ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 2 by Edward LearThere was an Old Man with a flute,--A “sarpint” ran into his boot!But he played day and night,till the “sarpint” took flight,And avoided that Man with a flute.There was a Young Lady of Portugal,Whose ideas were excessively nautical;She climbed up a treeto examine the sea,But declared she would never leave Portugal.There was an Old Person of Ischia,Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;He danced hornpipes and jigs,and ate thousands of figs,That lively Old Person of Ischia.There wa ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Book of Nonsense, part 1 by Edward LearThere was an Old Derry down Derry,who loved to see little folks merry;So he made them a Book,and with laughter they shookAt the fun of that Derry down Derry.There was an Old Man with a nose,Who said, “If you choose to supposeThat my nose is too long,you are certainly wrong!”That remarkable Man with a nose.There was a Young Person of Smyrna,Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;But she seized on the Cat,and said, “Granny, burn that!You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!”There was an ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Music, when soft voices die by Percy Bysshe ShelleyMusic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken; Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed: And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Ode on Intimations of Immortality by William WordsworthThere was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparell'd in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
My heart leaps up when I behold by William WordsworthMy heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Lament by Percy Bysshe ShelleyO World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more—oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more—oh, never more! Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Human Seasons by John KeatsFour Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:— He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The River of Life by Thomas CampbellThe more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river smooth Along its grassy borders. But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker? When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Fountain by William WordsworthWe talk'd with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true— A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke And gurgled at our feet. "Now, Matthew," said I, "let us match This water's pleasant tune With some old border-song, or catch That suits a summer's noon; "Or of the church-clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade That half-mad th ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Two April Mornings by William WordsworthWe walk'd along, while bright and red Uprose the morning sun; And Matthew stopp'd, he look'd, and said, "The will of God be done!" A village schoolmaster was he, With hair of glittering gray; As blithe a man as you could see On a spring holiday. And on that morning, through the grass And by the steaming rills We travell'd merrily, to pass A day among the hills. "Our work," said I, "was well begun; Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beau ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Youth and Age by Samuel Taylor ColeridgeVerse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young?—Ah, woeful when! Ah, for the change 'twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it flash'd along: Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Within King's College Chapel, Cambridge by William WordsworthTax not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-match'd aims the Architect who plann'd (Albeit labouring for a scanty band Of white-robed scholars only) this immense And glorious work of fine intelligence!— Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more:— So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells Where light and shade re ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The world is too much with us by William WordsworthThe World is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,— So might I, standing on th ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Poet's Dream by Percy Bysshe ShelleyOn a Poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be— But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of Immortality! Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Nature and the Poet by William WordsworthSuggested by a Picture of Peel Castle in a Storm, painted by Sir George Beaumont I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! So like, so very like, was day to day! Whene'er I look'd, thy image still was there; It trembled, but it never pass'd away. How perfect was the calm! It seem'd no sleep, No mood, which se ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe ShelleyO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being— Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes!—O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Written among the Euganean Hills, North Italy by Percy Bysshe ShelleyMany a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above, the sunless sky Big with clouds, hangs heavily, And behind the tempest fleet Hurries on with lightning feet, Riving sail, and cord, and plank, Till the ship has almost drank Death from the o'er-brimming deep, ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Ruth, or the Influences of Nature by William WordsworthWhen Ruth was left half desolate, Her father took another mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold. And she had made a pipe of straw, And music from that pipe could draw Like sounds of winds and floods; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods. Beneath her father's roof, alone She seem'd to live; her thoughts her ow ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Written in Early Spring by William WordsworthI heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play' ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
Hymn to the Spirit of Nature by Percy Bysshe ShelleyLife of Life! thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire: then screen them In those locks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light! thy limbs are burning Through the veil which seems to hide them, As the radiant lines of morning Through thin clouds, ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others: none ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Realm of Fancy by John KeatsEver let the Fancy roam; Pleasure never is at home. At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let wingèd Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, And the enjoying of the Spring Fades as does its blossoming; Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too, Blushing through the mist and dew, Cloys with ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Inner Vision by William WordsworthMost sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path there be or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. —If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: With Thought and Love companions of our way— W ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A Dream of the Unknown by Percy Bysshe ShelleyI dream'd that as I wander'd by the way Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss'd it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that neve ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
The Soldier's Dream by Thomas CampbellOur bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battlefield's dreadful array Far, far I had roam'd on ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
To Sleep by William WordsworthA flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky— I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees, And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do n ... Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
A widow bird by Percy Bysshe ShelleyA widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare. No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website
To the Moon by Percy Bysshe ShelleyArt thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,— And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? Listen | Listen in your iPhone | |