She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night

   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

   Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

   A heart whose love is innocent!

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'.

where me and my true love were ever wont to gae

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

Chorus:

O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road,

An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and me true love will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring,

And in sunshine the waters are sleepin';

But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,

Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'

Chorus:

O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road,

An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and me true love will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,

On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon',

Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,

Chorus:

O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road,

An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and me true love will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

Poem

If I Had My Life to Live Over
(I would pick more daisies)
by Nadine Stair

I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax, i would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip
I would take fewer things seriously
I would take more chances
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers
I would eat more ice cream and less beans
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I'd have few imaginary ones

You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly
and sanely hour after hour, day after day
Oh, I've had my moments
and if I had it to do over again,
I'd have more of them
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else
Just moments, one after another,
instead of livng so many years ahead of each day
I've been one of those persons who never
goes anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had to do it again,
I would travel lighter than I have

If i had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall
I would go to more dances,
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.

I would pick more daisies.