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The cataract, whirling down the pr… Elbows down rocks and, shouldering… Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs… Hell and its agonies seem hid belo… Thick rolls the mist, that smokes…
Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades l… I love the fond, The faithful, and the true Love lives in sleep,
Darkness like midnight from the so… Clamours with dismal tidings of th… Roaring as rivers breaking loose i… To spread and foam and deluge all… The cotter listens at his door aga…
I would not wish the burning blaze Of fame around a restless world, The thunder and the storm of prais… In crowded tumults heard and hurle… I would not be a flower to stand
I went in the fields with the leis… The stranger might smile but I he… The hovel was ready to screen from… And the book in my pocket was read… The bird came for shelter, but soo…
For Sunday’s play he never makes… But plays at taw, and buys his Sp… Hard as his toil, and ever slow to… Yet he gives maidens many a burnin… For none can pass him but his witl…
These little window dwellers, in c… entertaining to me; after dancing… to sunset they would sip of the te… sugar, and be welcome all summer l… or fairies, and seem pleased or du…
Timid and smiling, beautiful and s… She drops her head at every passer… Afraid of praise she hurries down… And turns away from every smile sh… The forward clown has many things…
Well, honest John, how fare you n… The spring is come, and birds are… The old cock—robin to the sty is c… With olive feathers and its ruddy… And the old cock, with wattles and…
The wild duck startles like a sudd… And heron slow as if it might be c… The flopping crows on weary wings… And grey beard jackdaws noising as… The crowds of starnels whizz and h…
The fir trees taper into twigs and… The rich blue green of summer all… Softening the roughest tempest alm… And offering shelter ever still an… To the small path that towels unde…
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she broke the rose away And I saw the patten rings
Man, Earth’s poor shadow! talks o… But hath it nothing of eternal kin… No majesty that shall not pass awa… No soul of greatness springing up… Thought marks without hoar shadows…
All nature has a feeling: woods, f… Are life eternal: and in silence t… Speak happiness beyond the reach o… There’s nothing mortal in them; th… Is the green life of change; to pa…
Harvest approaches with its bustli… The wheat tans brown and barley bl… In yellow garb the oat land interv… And tawney glooms the valley thron… Silent the village grows, wood wan…