For a breath I tarry

The Golden Road

THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,         5
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

William (Johnson) Cory. 1823–1892

From the Birth of Robin Hood
There are twelve months in all the year,
As I hear many men say,
But the merriest month in all the year
Is the merry month of May.

And mony ane sings o’ grass, o’ grass,
And mony ane sings o’ corn,
And mony ane sings o’ Robin Hood
Kens little whare he was born.

It wasna in the ha’, the ha’,
Nor in the painted bower;
But it was in the gude green-wood,
Amang the lily-flower.

And who can bend his bow, his bow?
And who can blow his horn?
And who would waken Robin Hood
All on this summer's morn?

Pippen Hill
As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty.
There I met a pretty miss
And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you!
If I had half a crown a day,
I'd spend it gladly on you

Des Knaben Wunderhorn 1,139

Aus Der Wirtin Toechterlein

Und der uns diesen Reihen sang,

So wohl gesungen hat,

Das haben getan zween Hauer

Zu Freiberg in der Stadt;

Sie haben so wohl gesungen

Bei Met und kühlem Wein,

Dabei da ist gesessen

Der Wirtin Töchterlein.


Geoffrey Chaucer

Troilus in despair

And as in winter leves ben bereft

Ech after other, til the tree be bare,

So that ther nys but bark and braunche ilaft,

Lith Troilus, byraft of ech welfare,

Ibounden in the blake bark of care…

Anonymous - Minnelieder

England's Queen

Waer diu werlt alliu min

von dem mere unz an dem Rin,

des wolte ich mich darben,

daz diu kuenegin von Engellant

laege an minen armen.

Call him

Call him on the deep sea, call him on the sound,

Call him when you sail to meet the foe.

Where the old trade's plying and the old flag's flying,

You'll find him ware and wakin' as you found him long ago.


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