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I bought a red hat To please my lover. He will hardly see it When he looks me over, Though it’s a fine hat.
The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,
Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,
When I am articled The Law decrees I shall devote my time To stating fees And learning about Actions
There’s a big park just close to w… Trees in a row And shaggy grass whereon the dead… And in the middle round a great la… The fair yachts sail
I sit at my machine, Hour long beside me Vera aged nin… Babbles her sweet and innocent tal… Her boy, she hopes, will prove Unlike his father in the act of lo…
The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…
Sometimes the skirts I push throu… Spread circlewise, strong petalled… And look for the rapt moment of a… Like Buddha’s robe. And I, caught up out of the workr…
When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…
Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…
Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,
They have a few little hours To study the world’ Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’
When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said