A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
5 lines
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
24 lines, 2 comments
'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
89 lines
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
18 lines, 6 comments
I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,
25 lines
What can lambkins do
All the keen night through?
13 lines
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
41 lines, 2 comments
A city plum is not a plum;
A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;
7 lines, 1 comment
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
16 lines, 3 comments
A diamond or a coal?
A diamond, if you please:
9 lines
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo's calling
13 lines
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
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The year stood at its equinox
And bluff the North was blowing,
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A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
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Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
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The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
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A night was near, a day was near,
Between a day and night
25 lines, 2 comments
A house of cards
Is neat and small:
11 lines, 1 comment
A linnet in a gilded cage, -
A linnet on a bough, -
9 lines
A motherless soft lambkin
Along upon a hill;
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They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
15 lines, 2 comments
I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth:
21 lines
Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
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A pin has a head, but has no hair;
A clock has a face, but no mouth there;
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A pocket handkerchief to hem -
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
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I
She gave up beauty in her tender youth,
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Jess and Jill are pretty girls,
Plump and well to do,
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A ring upon her finger,
Walks the bride,
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A rose has thorns as well as honey,
I'll not have her for love or money;
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I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,
Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,
109 lines
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