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  • Oh, could we weep,
    And weeping bring relief!
    14 lines
  • Whither, ye wanderers in the heights your wings still dare,
    Crying as though forgotten things mourned in your keening?
    11 lines
  • Within the night, above the dark,
    I heard a host upon the air,
    73 lines
  • Must the young blood for ever flow?
    Shall the wide wounds no closing know?
    32 lines
  • Thundering of hoofs
    In the fields of France,
    34 lines
  • These are life's treasurings:
    The sudden sun through rain;
    7 lines
  • Turn the brown, mare and let her amble on;
    Straight is the road and little thereupon;
    18 lines
  • He hath kissed me and burned me, he with his mouth;
    Hath sucked up my life and parched me with his drouth;
    8 lines
  • Lean over the fence and kiss? Not I!
          If the tide leapt up to a kiss
    16 lines
  • Poverty clad in its threadbare coat,
          Feeling its pocket for pence,
    34 lines
  • I have known many men, and many men
    In the quick balance of the mind have weighed,
    11 lines
  • As the soft gloaming fell,
    And the flowers closed their eyes,
    11 lines
  • Spring is not gone—not yet! not yet!
    Across Gundary Plain the shadows flight,
    52 lines
  • O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining
        Break on the waters into silver bars,
    43 lines
  • Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder
          Where the wild horses trample the fern,
    53 lines, 2 comments
  • Whose be these bearded faces,
    And whose these weathered hands,
    43 lines
  • Blessed be God who gave us the need
    To break the clod for the good round seed;
    33 lines
  • Who now enters here,
    With his locks at the sere,
    52 lines
  • I shall not need the moon
    To find thy trysting-place;
    25 lines
  • Bom of my spirit, still mine in loss or merit,
    Child of my body, and fondling of my heart,
    58 lines
  • Husha-husha-bye!
          In a lamb's skin
    18 lines
  • Beautiful are they, that, ranging on the mountains,
    Crop the green pasture, and drink at the fountains;
    18 lines
  • Lord, Thou hast pitten me oot on the rock,
          Thou has beaten, me wi' Thy seas;
    18 lines
  • I thought of a thousand things as I sat in the place
    Where of old we sat ere time had wrinkled my face;
    28 lines
  • You a-wantin' me,
    Me a-wantin' you!
    28 lines
  • "O, what would you do if you came to my house
    And found the door shut and the candles all out,
    38 lines
  • Me an' the old road, goin' along together,
    The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.
    53 lines, 1 comment
  • Himself and me put in the trap
          And daundered into town,
    97 lines
  • I am the woman-drawer,
          I am the cry;
    23 lines
  • Lone, lone, and lone I stand,
          With none to hear my cry,
    13 lines
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