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  • A bird and flower upon the tree,
    Sweet peony and oriole,
    33 lines
  • Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,
    its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,"
    662 lines, 1 comment
  • OH the yellow boisterous sea,
    The surging, chafing, murderous sea!
    28 lines
  • "I AM Joy," she said; but her voice was low,
    Too low for laughter;
    25 lines
  • Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
    well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
    180 lines
  • "Lest that by any means
    When I have preached to others I myself
    263 lines
  • TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is not spring;
    Sharp winds are fell in east and north;
    13 lines
  • "Answered a score of times." Oh, looked for teacher,
    is this all you will teach me? I in the dark
    250 lines
  • BUT wait. Let each by each the days pass by,
    One faded and one blown like summer flowers;
    24 lines
  • Not yet!
    I thought this time 'twas done at last,
    210 lines
  • SOFT voices of the woods, that make
    The summer air a harmony,
    41 lines
  • BLITHE summer blossom, born too late,
    Wilt make my desert garden fair?
    17 lines
  • I DID not think to love her. As we go
    We pluck a hedge-rose blushing in its sheath,
    28 lines
  • SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow,
    And then 'tis past.
    16 lines
  • Birds sing \
    14 lines
  • The thrush that, yet alone, pipes for his mate
    Knows she will come in time to build the nest,
    14 lines
  • The sun drops luridly into the west;
    darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
    211 lines
  • Five minutes here, and they must steal two more!
    shameful! Here have I been five mortal years
    204 lines
  • DAY is dead, and let us sleep, 
    Sleep a while or sleep for aye,
    11 lines
  • DEAR love, good-night. And, tender sleep
    ,Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
    14 lines
  • DEAREST, this one day we own,
        Stolen from the crowd and press,
    17 lines
  • No, mother, I am not sad:
    Why think me sad? I was always still,
    56 lines, 1 comment
  • Alas, I thought this forest must be true,
    And would not change because of my changed eyes;
    187 lines
  • FAREWELL: we two shall still meet day by day,
    Live side by side;
    21 lines
  • HARK the sky-lark in the cloud,
        Hark the cricket in the grass,
    14 lines
  • NOT by her grave: thither I bid them take
    Fresh garlands of the flowers that pleased her best,
    37 lines
  • If I should die this night, (as well might be,
    So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
    51 lines
  • LOVE is dying. Why then, let it die.
    Trample it down, that it die more fast.
    29 lines
  • Oh the dear summer evening! How the air
    is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers
    451 lines
  • Joy that's half too keen, and true,
    Makes us tears.
    18 lines
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