Brother And Sister
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.
WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
Jean De La Fontaine
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I-m really not kidding,
What Is Fancy?
I am to write three lines, and you
Three others that will rhyme.
There-now I've done my task.
Who told my mother of my shame,
Who told my fatlier of my dear?
Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude,
Who lurked to spy and peer.
The Nursing Sister
Our sister sayeth such and such,
The Black Swan
When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan's red beak; and the beak would open
What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
What is the trust we have laid in thy hand?
Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest,
Blood of our blood we have sown in thy land.
Frederick George Scott
It's already cool, it's already late,
It's already autumn
No Spouse But A Sister
A bachelor I will
Live as I have liv'd still,
And never take a wife
To crucify my life;
My Sister Laura
My sister Laura's bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can't lift her, I've tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.
The Days When We Were Young
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The long, long days, with a light and a shade
Like the pearls of a necklace strung,
Henry Clay Work
Why, brother, why upon me stare?
Why do your brows so fiercely lower?
Victor Marie Hugo
Do, my dearest brother John,
Let that butterfly alone.
"What is that great bird, sister, tell me,
Perched high on the top of the crag?"
"'T is the cormorant, dear little brother;
The fishermen call it the shag."
Jack The Rover
'MY brother Jack the Rover, Sir!'
'Bless me, I thought he was a cousin?'
'Bound on a voyage to Elsinore!'
'Most merry damsels have a dozen!'
I am Liberty-God's daughter!
My symbols-a law and a torch;
Not a sword to threaten slaughter,
Nor a flame to dazzle or scorch;
John Boyle O'Reilly
"What's that that hirples at my side?"
The foe that you must fight, my lord.
"That rides as fast as I can ride?"
The shadow of your might, my lord.
Sister, awake! close not your eyes!
The day her light discloses,
And the bright morning doth arise
Out of her bed of roses.
“Now did you mark a falcon,
Sister dear, sister dear,
Flying toward my window
In the morning cool and clear?