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My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And sulking, silent birds.
It was the Rainbow gave thee birt… And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother’s name was T… So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and k…
Thou dost not fly, thou art not pe… The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind
This life is sweetest; in this woo… I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with care; No man, with muscled wasting here. No doubt it is a selfish thing
They lived apart for three long ye… Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, She led a wicked life. Yet ofttimes she would pass his sh…
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crow… Before the dogs began to bark; Before the hour of five was struck
And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the ra…
Sweet Chance, that led my steps a… Beyond the town, where wild flower… A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are n… Know, all ye sheep
When April scatters charms of pri… Among the copper leaves in thicket… And singing skylarks from the mead… To twinkle like black stars in sun… When I can hear the small woodpec…
WHAT moves that lonely man is no… Of waves that break agains the cli… Nor roar of thunder, when that tra… Is caught by rocks that carry far… 'Tis not the groan of oak tree i i…
This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone… The owl that’s in this Highgate W… Has found his fellow in my mood; To every star, as it doth rise -
Yes, I will spend the livelong da… With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and sha… My bread with birds whose homes ar… While cows lie down to eat, and sh…
When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door. Then felt I like a child that hol…
To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;