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Without Life’s toil to win Life’s… What was thy mystery, oh, early D… The careless world but counted thy… Among the multifarious heads that… And sink, forgot. For thee, no wa…
How shall I sing? the thing I cra… To say is speechless as a Lover’s… How shall I give to thee What even now is all so wholly thi… That but by losing thee in me
I’m leaning where you loved to lea… The sun has sunk an hour ago behin… In this old oriel that we loved ho… Gazing, gazing, up the vale of gre… The summer corn is in the ear, tho…
Doth this hand live? Trust not a… My country! Smite that cheek; the… But of the clay! no flush of shame… This is the smell o’ the grave. L… And see that brow. Lo! how the de…
SISTER Simplicitie, Sing, sing a song to me, Sing me to sleep. Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song
The butter an’ the cheese weel sto… I sit on the hen-coop the eggs on… The lang kail jigs as we jog owre… The gray mare’s tail it wags wi’ t… The warm simmer sky is blue aboon…
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they bur… Turn by the dale, my Harry! Fill pail, fill pail, He has turned by the dale, And there by the stile waits Harr…
Friend, by whose cancelling hand d… Her debtor, and rescribe her stern… Oh with that happier light wherein… May all thine after, years be sunn… May God, to Whom my daily bliss…
I have heard a friar say That the Olive learned to pray In Gethsemane,- A holy man was he, Jacopo by name,-
If Time that feeds love dies to d… Immortal hours, dear friends, were… For Morn that on the hills oped e… And Eve that walked like Mary by… Where that old Dreamer, as he bui…
Come hither an’ sit on my knee, W… Come hither an’ sit on my knee, An’ list while I tell how your br… Fechtin’ for you an’ for me: Fechtin’ for you an’ for me, Will…
Keeping his word, the promised Ro… Enough of worded breath to live ti… Our Regulus was free of plighted… Or tacit debt: skies fell, seas le… Death yawned: with a mere step he…
She turned the fair page with her… More fair and frail than it was wo… O’er each remembered thing he love… She lingered, and as with a fairy’… Enchanted it to order. Oft she fa…
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy brea… In that sweet place where we lay l… I thought the morning woodbine to… With playful shadows whipped away… And in my sleep I cried to thee,…
WHICH of the Angels sang so wel… That the approving Archon of the… Cried, “Come up hither!” and he,… Carried a note out of the choral s… Whereat that cherub to whom choice…