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Richard Hovey's Poetry, by first line

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  • You to the left and I to the right,
    For the ways of men must sever—
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime
    For a life that knows no fear!
    28 lines
  • To what new fates, my country, far
    And unforeseen of foe or friend,
    28 lines
  • I am fevered with the sunset,
    I am fretful with the bay,
    12 lines
  • Down the world with Marna!
    That's the life for me!
    72 lines
  • What painter has not with a careless smutch
    Accomplished his despair?--one touch revealing
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • There is no escape by the river,
    There is no flight left by the fen;
    32 lines
  • Comrades, pour the wine to-night
    For the parting is with dawn!
    28 lines
  • My love for thee doth take me unaware,
    When most with lesser things my brain is wrought,
    14 lines
  • APRIL. You hearken, my fellow,
    Old slumberer down in my heart?
    28 lines
  • We came to birth in battle; when we pass,
    It shall be to the thunder of the drums.
    15 lines
  • WHEN we are dead I firmly do believe
    We shall slip back into the primal sea
    13 lines
  • IF thou canst not from some superior sphere
    Look down upon this world that gave thee birth
    14 lines
  • ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd,
    That there will come a day when you and I
    14 lines
  • I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away
    And to forget the thoughts that make me sad--
    14 lines
  • IT stood upon the hill like some old chief,
    And held communion with the cryptic wind,
    14 lines
  • (A.H. Quint)
    MOURN we who honored him but knew him not;
    15 lines
  • "LOVE is eternal," sang I long ago
    Of some light love that lasted for a day;
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  • As one of those huge monsters of the sky,
    Fierce with the flame of fiery floating hair,
    14 lines
  • POET! thou art to me a faery king
    Dwelling in some weird place of witchery,
    42 lines
  • GONE art thou, then, O mystical musician!
    Pure-thoughted singer of these sinful years!
    14 lines
  • AH! where the hot wind, with sweet odors laden,
    Against the roses faintly beats his wings,
    14 lines
  • \Interior of a cavern in the bowels of the earth, beneath Mount Hecla. Huge rock-fragments, amid which twists tortuously a great root of the tree Yggdrasil. A f
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  • Two women loved a poet.
    One was dark,
    15 lines
  • You will betray me--oh, deny it not!
    What right have I, alas, to say you nay?
    14 lines
  • Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man;
    He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian,
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • Ho, a song by the fire;
    Pass the pipes, pass the bowl.
    48 lines
  • HO, a song by the fire!
    (Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!)
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • Class of 1885
    Men of Dartmouth, give a rouse
    27 lines
  • The dawn is lonely for the sun,
    And chill and drear;
    16 lines
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