Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
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I lost the love of heaven above, I spurned the lust of earth below,
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Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;
Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;
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All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
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Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
25 lines, 3 comments
O take this world away from me;
Its strife I cannot bear to see,
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The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
13 lines, 1 comment
Autumn comes laden with her ripened load
Of fruitage and so scatters them abroad
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I love the fitful gust that shakes
The casement all the day,
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The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
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When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
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A faithless shepherd courted me,
He stole away my liberty.
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On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
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The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh
And tweets and flies from every passer-bye.
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O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!
To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there,
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The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O!
The robin sings his song by the dairy O!
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With careful step to keep his balance up
He reels on warily along the street,
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Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
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In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
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Dear brother robin this comes from us all
With our kind love and could Gip write and all
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Why should man's high aspiring mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
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The winds and waters are in his command,
Held as a courser in the rider's hand.
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O Poesy is on the wane,
For Fancy's visions all unfitting;
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While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
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The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pear
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What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
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The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not pass
But fear the noisome toad and shun the grass;
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When first we hear the shy-come nightingales,
They seem to mutter o’er their songs in fear,
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The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
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Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
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