“I thought by sitting in my lonely chair Love would never come and interfere But now it’s raining and my heart beats thin Can’t you see this lonely mood I’m in.”
"The helmet now a hive for bees becomes,
And hilts of swords may serve for spiders' looms;
Sharp pikes may make
Teeth for a rake;
And the keen blade, th'arch enemy of life,
Shall be degraded to a pruning knife."
(R. Knevet in The helmet now a hive ...)Chertal (B)
"Little shoes are kept at the gateway of heaven,
And all the tattered little angels are given.
Slumber my darling, slumber my dearie,
Slumber my darling sweetly."(Anonymous in a lullaby)Ougrée (B)
"And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls
With a noise like marine waterfalls.
And "Another little drink
wouldn't do us any harm"
Pierces through the sabbatical calm.
And that is the place for me!"
(E. Sitwell in Scotch rhapsody)Seraing (B)