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A Live-oak grows by the shallow s… Rest under its boughs, I pray, And hear of the pirate—bold was he… And the lady he stole away. He was a black-browed buccaneer,
Sometimes I laugh’what else can… Who does not know? This little eg… Braving the void, this fleck upon… This filmy wing sounding the starr… What bold abysmal incongruity,
Look at her—there she sits upon he… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her—whew! her thu… Will shake the earth! She’s proud… The beauty—knows her royal busines…
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…
Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…
Sweet Idleness, you linger at the… To lead me down through meadows co… Down to the brook, over whose pebb… The fishes, unafraid, Swim softly, careless of our airy…
I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
Art thou he?— The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
She heard the children playing in… And through her window saw the whi… Sway like a film of silver in the… Under the purple hills; and one by… She noted chairs and cabinets, and…
The patter of a baby’s feet Upon the floor, His babble at the door— Ah, these are sounds too sweet, to… Blue sky, save me from tears!
O Mother of that heap of clay, so… Now do you stare at death, woman,… Now do you long to fare afar, and… Where he must wander all alone, hi… But I now, but I now—
O Love, my love, it’s over then’… Your heart flies free; And it’s now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it’s now no more the supper sp…
The blue sea bends to the ship Like a dancer with skirts of lace— Wide diaphanous laces that curl an… In the ardent wind’s embrace. Little rainbows dash at the play
Little brown surf-bather of the mo… Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts… Have you no fear of the roar and r… Nevada, the shapely dancer, feelin… How dare you dash at Yosemite the…
I love my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.