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  • IN DAT GREAT GITTIN’-UP MORNIN’
    I ’M a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour,—
    118 lines
  • ’T IS of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
    And the whistling wind from the west-nor’-west blew through the pit
    33 lines
  • MY son, at last the fateful day has come
        For us to part. The hours have nearly run.
    58 lines
  • CLICK, click! how the needles go
    Through the busy fingers, to and fro--
    41 lines
  • THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
        In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.
    25 lines
  • John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
    His name is my name too.
    7 lines
  • I know moonrise, I know starrise,
    Lay dis body down.
    13 lines
  • To touch a broken lute,
    To strike a jangled string,
    26 lines
  • If I could frame for you in cunning words
    The songs my heart in sleep is often singing,
    24 lines
  • Is the house turned topsy-turvy?
    Does it ring from street to roof?
    34 lines
  • "Bring him not here, where our sainted feet
    Are treading the path to glory;
    34 lines
  • They sit in the winter gloaming,
    And the fire burns bright between;
    28 lines
  • There is a rainbow in the sky,
    Upon the arch where tempests trod;
    3 lines
  • The supper is over, the hearth is swept,
    And in the wood-fire's glow
    58 lines
  • The singer stood in a blaze of light,
    And fronted the flowery throng;
    34 lines
  • Rain on the green grass,
    And rain on the tree,
    4 lines
  • When you startle awake in the dark morning
    heart pounding breathing fast
    24 lines
  • Is it parting with the roundness
    Of the smoothly moulded cheek?
    63 lines
  • Sitting here by my desk all day,
    Hearing the constant click
    42 lines
  • True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
    A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;
    99 lines
  • Was it a lie that they told me,
    Was it a pitiless hoax?
    63 lines
  • In the best chamber of the house,
    Shut up in dim, uncertain light,
    43 lines
  • Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
    That small rain down can rain?
    4 lines
  • I wish I were where Helen lies;
    Night and day on me she cries;
    49 lines, 1 comment
  • How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
    Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
    28 lines
  • I hear her rocking the baby--
    Her room is next to mine--
    39 lines
  • It fell about the Martinmas,
    When the wind blew shrill and
    170 lines
  • Up in early morning light,
    Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"
    62 lines
  • 'Twas but a breath--
    And yet the fair, good name was wilted;
    18 lines
  • If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid;
    To marry a widow, I am sore afraid:
    29 lines
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