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I had a dove, and the sweet dove d… And I have thought it died of gri… O, what could it grieve for? its f… With a single thread of my own han… Sweet little red feet, why should…
Thou still unravish’d bride of qui… Thou foster-child of silence and s… Sylvan historian, who canst thus e… A flowery tale more sweetly than o… What leaf-fring’d legend haunts ab…
Small, busy flames play through th… And their faint cracklings o’er ou… Like whispers of the household god… A gentle empire o’er fraternal sou… And while, for rhymes, I search a…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high-piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
Thus in altemate uproar and sad pe… Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them… For thou art weak to sing such tum… A solitary sorrow best befits
Two or three Posies With two or three simples— Two or three Noses With two or three pimples— Two or three wise men
This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines do freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath tur… And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries…
UNFELT unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber… Ah! through their nestling touch, Who—-who could tell how much
Now Morning from her orient chamb… And her first footsteps touch’d a… Crowning its lawny crest with ambe… Silv’ring the untainted gushes of… Which, pure from mossy beds, did d…
The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the moss’d cot…
O soft embalmer of the still midni… Shutting, with careful fingers and… Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d… Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please…
Son of the old Moon-mountains Afr… Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodil… We call thee fruitful, and that ve… A desert fills our seeing’s inward… Nurse of swart nations since the w…
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill… The air was cooling, and so very s… That the sweet buds which with a m… Pull droopingly, in slanting curve… Their scantly leaved, and finely t…