Mrs. Clough - Poetry Genius ELA 2- Pd 4 lyrics

To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persever, That when we live no more, we may live ever. Kandy, Deven, Giovanny To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry. Bintu, Leslie, Brandon, Isaac Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Maura, Taylor, Ramey, Joshua Fate of the Apostles by Cynewulf You who please your keenness with poems, read closely here: can you discover this verse's framer? finishes. Nobles enjoy it on earth, but not without end, worldly ones.  must fail in our strongholds once our bodies scatter their loaned treasure, like  trickling through fingers. Then  and ear require  sk** in night's narrow cell;  drives your craft, a kingly servitude. Now can you see who shrewd words have shown to men? Remember my name, O you who admire the sound of this song; help succor me and pray for my comfort. Soon I must pa** alone, away to look for a dwelling, must travel so far (no telling where!) beyond this world to a yet-unknown place in the earth. So must each person, unless he is granted God-sent grace. Let us call to God again, more eager, begging his blessing in this bright creation: may we be welcomed to his warm halls, his home on high. There is holiest happiness, there the king of angels crowns the pure with a perishless prize. Now his praise endures masterful and marvelous, and his might extends endless and ageless over all creation. FINIT. Makala, Austin, Ethan, Dalton American Revolution by Michael B. Over the hills and halls of Mount Vernon I heard voices that cried, "No taxation without representation!" And the Tories who lied. In the monuments and museums and houses I saw people who dreamed In the battlefields of blood and of anger I saw the British get creamed I saw brave men who died And children who cried I heard calls for freedom to vote I heard lofty appeals And men with ideals I read words that the wisest men wrote Yet it baffles me now To understand how These men died for America and why It's a nation of thugs And homewrecking d** And poor homeless children who cry Our forefathers tried But instead they died If you look closely, I think you'll find: A nation of crime And a nation of d**h Was not quite what they had in mind. Jurgen, Hunter, Alicia, Joseph Unfading Beauty by Thomas Carew HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. Armando, Makayla, Maria, Jacob Sonnet 57 by William Shakespeare Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. Melyssa, Christian, Andrew, Madelin The Sick Rose By William Blake O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. 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