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  • There were three in the meadow by the brook,
    Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks up,
    125 lines
  • Thus of old the Douglas did:
    He left his land as he was bid
    40 lines
  • We chanced in passing by that afternoon
    To catch it in a sort of special picture
    127 lines
  • The mountain held the town as in a shadow
    I saw so much before I slept there once:
    116 lines
  • A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
    They cannot mean to plant it, no --
    4 lines
  • For every parcel I stoop down to seize
    I lose some other off my arms and knees,
    12 lines
  • OH, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,
    As reckless as the best of them to-night,
    120 lines
  • The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
    Under the hand of the village barber,
    12 lines
  • He is said to have been the last Red man
    In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed--
    29 lines
  • There overtook me and drew me in
    To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
    39 lines
  • The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
    And draws it down as if it were a lover
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
        By a misty fen that rang all night,
    24 lines
  • Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
    Bring the singer, bring the nester;
    15 lines
  • The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
    And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
    14 lines
  • A lantern light from deeper in the barn
    Shone on a man and woman in the door
    103 lines, 1 comment
  • One misty evening, one another's guide,
    We two were groping down a Malvern side
    30 lines
  • Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
    They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
    13 lines
  • From where I lingered in a lull in march
    outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
    17 lines
  • Pan came out of the woods one day,--
    His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
    30 lines, 2 comments
  • A saturated meadow,
    Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Even the bravest that are slain
    Shall not dissemble their surprise
    72 lines
  • Was there even a cause too lost,
    Ever a cause that was lost too long,
    4 lines
  • It was far in the sameness of the wood;
    I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
    18 lines
  • `You know Orion always comes up sideways.
    Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
    99 lines, 1 comment
  • Something inspires the only cow of late
    To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • If tires of trees I seek again mankind,
    Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,
    14 lines
  • Why make so much of fragmentary blue
    In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • We dance round in a ring and suppose,
    But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
    2 lines
  • What things for dream there are when spectre-like,
    Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,
    27 lines, 1 comment
  • Two fairies it was
        On a still summer day
    39 lines, 2 comments
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