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1 ENGLISH POEMS O my luve is like a red, red rose. 1. O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE O my luve is like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June. O my luve is like the melodie. That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, 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 seas gang dry my dear, And the rocks melt wi’s the sun And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sand o’life-shall run, And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve! Tho’it were ten thousand mile. 2. YOUR BEAUTY AND MY REASON (ANORMOUROUS – ENGLAND) Like two proud armies marching in the field, Joining a thundering fight, each scorns to yield, So in my heart your beauty and my reason, The one claims the crown, the other says tis treason. But o! your beaty shineth as the sun. And dazzled Reason yields as quite undone. 3. MUTE LOVE (ANOMOUS – ENGLAND) There is 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. Her gesture, motion and her smiles. Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die. Cupid is winged and doth change; Her country so my love doth change; But change she earth, or change the sky, Yet I love her till I die. 4. SO FAST ENTANGLED (ANOMOUS 16 TH CENTURY) Her hair the of golden wire, Wherein my heart, led by my wandering eyes, So fast entangled is that in no wire It can, nor will, again retire; But rather will in that sweet bondage die 2 Than break one hair to gain her liberty. 5. LOVE ME NOT (ANORMOUS) Love me not for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Not for any outward part; No, nor for a constant heart! For these may fail or turn to ill; So thou and I shall sever. Keep therefore a true woman’s eye, And love me still, but know not why! So hast thou the same reason still To dote upon me ever. 6. A WOMAN’S LOOKS (ANOMOUS 16 TH CENTURY) A woman’s looks Are barred hooks, That catch by art The strongest heart, When yet they spend no breath. But let them speak, And sighing break Forth into tears, Their words are spears That wound our souls to death The ratest wit Is made forget, And like a child Is oft beguiles With love’s sweet-seeming bait. Love with hs rod So like a god Commands the mind We cannto fine Fair shows hide fould deceit. Time, that all things In order brings, Hath tsught me now To be more slow In giving faith to speech: Since women’s words No truth affords, And when thye kiss They think by this Us men to overreach. 7. BEAUTY (LAUREBCE BINYON- ENGLAND- 1869-?) I think of a flower that no eyes has ever seen, That springs in a solitary air. It is no one’s joy? It is beautiful as a queen Without a kingdom’s care. We have built houses for Beauty, and costly shrines, 3 And a throne in all men’s view; But she was far on a hill where the morning shines And her steps were lost in the dew. 8. WOMAN (OLIVER GOLDSMITH- ENGLAND; 1730-1779) When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that man betray What charm can soothe her melancholy What art can wash her tears away, The only art be guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom is- to die. 9. OH, WHEN I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. (ALFRED E.HOUSMAN- ENGLAND; 1859- 1936) Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they’ll say that i Am quite myself again. 10. when I was one-and-twenty (ALFRED E.HOUSMAN –ENGLAND; 1859- 1936) When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heat away; Give pearls awat and rubies But keep your fancy free” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, “The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ‘tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.” And I am one-and-twenty And oh, ‘tis true’, tis true. 11. ALONG THE FIELD AS WE CAME BY (ALFRED E.HOUSMAN –ENGLAND; 1859- 1936) Along the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I . The aspen over stile and stone Was walking to itself alone. 4 “oh, who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed. But she shall lie with earth above. And he beside another love.” And sure enough beneath the tree There walks another love with me. And overhead the aspen heaves Its rainy-sounding silver leaves; And I spell nothing in their stir, But now perhaps they sepak to her. And plain for her to understand They talk about a time at hand When I shall sleep with clover clad And she beside another lad. 12. HE WAS WEAK AND I WAS STRONG, THEN, (EMILY DICINSON- US 1830-1886) He was weak and I was strong then, So he let me lead him in I was was weak and he was strong then, So I let him lead me home It wasn’t far, the door was near, It wasn’t dark, for he went too, It wasn’t loud, for he said naught. That was all I cared to know, Day knocked, and we must part, Neither was stronger now. He strove, and I strove too We didn’t do it through! 13. HEAVEN IN THESE LIPS (CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE- ENGLAND—1564-1613) Doctor Faustus, who has sold his soul to Mephistopheles, is granted a vision of Helen of Troy. ….Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of llium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul- see where it flies! Come, Helen, come give me my soul again. Here I will dwell, for heaven is in these lips And all is dross that is not Helen. I will be Paris, and for love of thee Instead of troy shall Wittenberge be sacked, And I will combat with weak Menelaus And wear thy colors on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel And then return to Helen for a kiss O thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars! 5 14. SONG (CHALOTTE MEW-ENG- 1869-1928) Love, love today my dear, Love is not always here; Wise maids know how soon grows sere The greatest leaf of spring; But no man knoweth Whither it goeth When the wind bloweth So frail a thing. Love, love my dear today, If the ship’s in the bay, If the bird has come your way That sings on summer trees When his song faileth And the ship saith No voice avail To call back these. 15. JUST BECAUSE I I LOVE YOU (LANGSTON HUGHES – US 1902- 1962) Just because I love you That’s the reason why My soul is full of color Like the wings of a butterfly Just because I love you That’s the reason why My heart’s fluttering aspen leaf When you pass by 16. SEA LOVE (CHARLOTTE MEW- END- 1869-1928) Tide be runnin’ the great world over; ‘twas only last june month I mind that we Was thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the lover So everlasting sa the sea. Here’s the same little fishes that splutter and swim, Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the gray, wet land; And him no more to me nor me to him Than the wind goin’ over my hand. 17. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH THE GATE (CHARLOTTE MEW- END- 1869-1928) His heart to me, was a piece of palace and pinnacles and shining towers; I saw it then as we see things in dream, I do not remember how long I slept, I remember the trees, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the towers; 6 The walls are standing today, and the gates; I have been through the gate, I have groped, I have crept Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood, they are empty; darkness is over them; His heart is a place with the light gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly rain, unclean and unswept, Like the heart of the holy city, old, blind, beautiful Jerusalem, Over which Christ wept. 18. THE FERYMAN ((CHARLOTTE MEW- ENG- 1869-1928) Little girl: Ferry me across the water Do, boatman, do. Ferryman: If you’ve a penny in my purse I’ll ferry you. Little girl: I have a penny in my purse, And my eyes are blue; So ferry me across the water, Do, boatman, do. Ferryman: Step into my ferry-boat, Be they black or blue, And for the penny in your purse I’ll ferry you. 19. TO EDITH (BERTRAND RUSSELL ENG- 1872 1970) NOBEL PRIZE Through the lng years I sought Peace I found Estasy I found anguish I found madness I found loneliness I found the solitary That gnews the heart But peace I did not find. Now old and near my end I have known you I have found both Ecstasy and peace I know rest After so many lovely years I know what life and love may be Now if I sleep I shall sleep fulfilled. 7 20. TO THE MOON (PERCY B.SHELLEY –ENG- 1792-1822) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth And never changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy. 21. DURING MUSIC (ARTHUR SYMONS ENG- 1865-?) The music had the heat of blood, A passion no words can reach, We sat together, and understood Our own heart’s speech. We had no need of word or sign, The music spoke for us, and said All that her eyes could read in mine Or mine in hers had read. 22. WANDERER’S SONG (ARTHUR SYMONS ENG- 1865-?) I have had enough of women, and enough of love, But the land waits, and the sea waits, and day and night is enough Give me a long white road, and the gray wide path of the sea And the wind’s will and the bird’s will, and the heart-ache still in me. 23. WHEN YOU ARE OLD (WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS- ISLAND 1863-1939 –NOBEL PRIZE When you are old and gray 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 loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And pace upon the mountains overhead And his face amid a crowd of stars. 24. NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART (WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS- ISLAND 8 1863-1939 –NOBEL PRIZE Never give all the heart, for love Will harly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And we could play it well enough If deaf and dumd and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost. 25. FOR ANNE GREGORY (WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS- ISLAND 1863-1939 –NOBEL PRIZE) “never shall young man Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone. And nor your yellow hair” “but I can get a hair-dye And set such colour there. Brown, or black, or carrot, That young man in despair May love me for myself alone And not my yellow hair.” “I heard and old religious man But yester night declare That he had found a text to prove That only god, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not our yellow hair.” 26. A SONG WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS- ISLAND 1863-1939 –NOBEL PRIZE) I thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb bell and foil To keep the body young. O who could have foretold That the heart grows old? Though I have many words, What woman’s satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold 9 That the heart grows old? I have not lost desire But the heart that I had; I thought would burn my body Laid on the death-bed, For who could have foretold That the heart grows old? 27. THE SORROW OF LOVE WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS- ISLAND 1863-1939 –NOBEL PRIZE) The quarrel of the sparrows in the caves, The full found moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Has his away earth’s old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournful lips, And will you come the whole of the world’s tears, And all the trouble of her laboring ships, And all the trouble of her myriad years. And now the sparrow warring in the eaves, The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky. And the loud chaunting of the unquite leaves, Are shaken with earth’s old and weary cry. QUESTIONS: 1- oh, when I was in love with you 1. how does the poet describe the person in love? 2. what is the mood of the poem- light or sad? 2- when I was one-and-twenty 1. what advice did the wise man give to young man? 2. how long was it b4 he found he agreed with what the wise man had said? 3. why could the young man not take the advice? 4. what had happened to make the lover realise that the wise ma’s words were true? 3- never give all the heart 1. what is the bitter lesson which the poet seems to have learned from experience? 2. what other view of love in contrast to his own, does he recognise in “passionate women”? 4- For Anne Gregory 1. in which staza of the poem does anne gregory herself speak? 2. what is her concern? 10 3. to what truth about life does the other speaker call her attention? 4. What does Anne Anne Gregory’s yellow hair stand for? . 1 ENGLISH POEMS O my luve is like a red, red rose. 1. O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE O my