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Sarah Orne Jewett's Poetry, by first line

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  • The clouds look low and heavy, as if there would be rain,
    It always means bad weather when you hear the brook so plain.
    64 lines
  • Down to the sea all night, all day,
    Firm-rooted near its ebb and flow,
    63 lines
  • O, silly little Calla! why,
        You had enough to do;
    40 lines
  • As I was coming down the street,
        I saw the saddest sight;
    39 lines, 2 comments
  • Green slope of autumn fields,
        And soft November sun,
    40 lines, 2 comments
  • Where the oak fell, a great road leads away,
    Across the country to the door of day,
    4 lines
  • A blushing wild pink rose,
        By tangled woods and ways,
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • When autumn winds are high,
    They wake and trouble me
    20 lines
  • When in the quiet house I sat alone,
    Sometimes I heard your footfall drawing near;
    28 lines
  • Two
    I heard to-day the first sweet song of spring—
    17 lines
  • Oh, rest your oars and let me drift
        While all the stars come out to see!
    24 lines
  • More than a hundred years ago
        They raised for her this little stone;
    40 lines, 2 comments
  • High at the window in her cage,
        The old canary sits and sings,
    44 lines, 3 comments
  • I heard the city bells at morning ring,
        The eastern sky was faintly tinged with light;
    8 lines
  • The warm sun kissed the earth
    To consecrate thy birth,
    23 lines
  • High on the lichened ledges, like
        A lonely sea-fowl on its perch,
    44 lines
  • We are so close together
    Though you are far away,
    18 lines
  • When one with skillful fingers swift as wind
    Swept to and fro along the glittering keys,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • In armor strong the fearless knight
        At daybreak rode away,
    40 lines
  • The starlight from one clear, bright star,
        The moonlight, faint and white
    51 lines
  • Did you send out a little white moth
        On an errand to-night?
    28 lines
  • To-day upon thy ruined walls
    The flowers wave flags of truce,
    12 lines
  • The long hill slope, the river's course,
        The high tide sleeping there—
    127 lines
  • Late in the evening, when the room had grown
    Too hot and tiresome with its flaring light
    18 lines
  • The lilacs in the sunshine lift
        Their plumes of dear old-fashioned flowers
    24 lines, 4 comments
  • I wonder if you really send
        These dreams of you that come and go!
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • *1*
    A sleeping giant in his cloak of grass—
    30 lines
  • The grass was growing fresh and green
        In all the sheltered places;
    36 lines
  • Where out beyond the eastern hills
        Was faintest light, there, scorning
    37 lines
  • What of this house with massive walls
        And small-paned windows, gay with blooms?
    36 lines
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