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Robert Fuller Murray's Poetry, by first line

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  • As I was walking down the street
    A week ago,
    202 lines
  • Ever to be the best. To lead
    In whatsoever things are true;
    24 lines
  • Would you like to see a city given over,
    Soul and body, to a tyrannising game?
    40 lines
  • Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
    Warmly the light
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • It seems a hundred years or more
    Since I, with note-book, ink and pen,
    28 lines
  • [After Longfellow.]
    13 lines
  • He brought a team from Inversnaid
    To play our Third Fifteen,
    12 lines
  • I met him down upon the pier,
    His eyes were wild and sad,
    24 lines
  • Whene'er I try to read a book,
    Across the page your face will look,
    36 lines
  • [After Wordsworth.]
    31 lines
  • For thee the birds shall never sing again,
    Nor fresh green leaves come out upon the tree,
    11 lines
  • These verses have I pilfered like a bee
    Out of a letter from my C. C. C.
    40 lines
  • The voice that sings across the night
    Of long forgotten days and things,
    11 lines
  • I shall be spun. There is a voice within
    Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
    11 lines
  • After Longfellow
    Loud he sang the song Ta Phershon
    25 lines
  • So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
    His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
    30 lines
  • Love, we have heard together
    The North Sea sing his tune,
    36 lines
  • The city once again doth wear
    Her wonted dress of winter's bride,
    28 lines
  • There was a time when it was counted high
    To be a patriot--whether by the zeal
    14 lines
  • Sleep flies me like a lover
    Too eagerly pursued,
    36 lines
  • Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
    You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
    28 lines
  • I have been lonely all my days on earth,
    Living a life within my secret soul,
    36 lines
  • Familiar with thy melody,
    We go debating of its power,
    14 lines
  • Gone is the glory from the hills,
    The autumn sunshine from the mere,
    14 lines
  • Not the proudest damsel here
    Looks so well as doth my dear.
    20 lines
  • Another day let slip! Its hours have run,
    Its golden hours, with prodigal excess,
    14 lines
  • Fain would I shake thee off, but weak am I
    Thy strong solicitations to withstand.
    14 lines
  • I hear a twittering of birds,
    And now they burst in song.
    12 lines
  • As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
    With love o'erthrown, with love o'erthrown,
    47 lines
  • One dark, dark night--it was long ago,
    The air was heavy and still and warm -
    48 lines
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