April 7, 1770
Happy Birthday William Wordsworth!
October 31, 1795
Happy Birthday John Keats!
The Long-Nosed Fair
Once on a time I fair Dorinda kiss’d,
Whose nose was too distinguish’d to be miss’d;
My dear, says I, I fain would kiss you closer,
But tho’ your lips say aye—your nose says, no, Sir.—
The maid was equally to fun inclin’d,
And plac’d her lovely lily-hand behind;
Here, swain, she cry’d, may’st thou securely kiss,
Where there’s no nose to interrupt thy bliss.
- Christopher Smart
"
My friend, we’ve seen
enough fine sights, through
which we loved to roam.
You stay on to enjoy them;
we are ready to go home.
—
18th Century Poet Khwaja Mir Dard
"
O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.
— Robert Burns, 18th Century Poet (1759-1796)
