121 Classic Poems

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter WindThou art not so unkindAs man’s ingratitude;Thy tooth is not so keen,Because thou art not seen,Although thy breathe be rude.Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:Then, heigh-ho, the holly!This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,That dost not bite so nighAs benefits […]

Under The Greenwood TreeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird’s throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither :Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shunAnd loves to live i’ the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleased with what he gets,Come hither, come hither, come hither