Song
1 June 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
poetry, classic
The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last,
And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree:
The hearts of these are glad, but mine is very sad,
For my love is parted from me.
A Red, Red Rose
23 December 2008
Vol. 8, No. 4
poetry, classic, rhyme
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!
