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A RED RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

     That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

     That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my  bonnie lass,

     So deep in luve am I;

And i will love thee still, my Dear,

     Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,

     And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will love 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,

    Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

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HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by W B YEATS

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT by DYLAN THOMAS

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage,rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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LOOK AT ALL THOSE MONKEYS by SPIKE MILLIGAN

Look at all those monkeys

Jumping in their cage.

Why don't they all go out to work

And earn a decent wage?

How can you say such silly things,

And you a son of mine?

Imagine monkeys travelling on

The Morden-Edgware line!

But what about the pekinese!

They have an allocation.

" don't travel during Peke hour",

It says on every station.

My Gosh, you're right, my clever boy,

I never thought of that!

And so they left the monkey house,

While an elephant raised his hat.

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"MY LOVE HATH MY HEART AND I HAVE HIS" by SIR PHILIP SIDNEY

My true love hath my heart and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given.

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven.

  My true love hath my heart and I have his.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He love my heart, for once it was his own,

I cherish his because in me it bides.

  My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

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THOU BLIND MAN'S MARK by SIR PHILIP SIDNEY

Thou blind mans' mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare,

  Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought,

Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care,

  Thou web of will, whos end is never wrought;

   Desire, desire! I have too dearly bought,

With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware;

   Too long. too long, asleep thou hast me brought,

Who should my mind to higher things prepare.

   But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought,

In vain thou mad'st me to vain things aspire,

In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire;

  For virtue hath this better lesson taught,

Within myself to seek my only hire,

Desiring nought but how to kill desire.