THE rain has ceased, and in my room
The sunshine pours an airy flood;
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THE spare professor, grave and bald,
Began his paper. It was called,
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THE increasing moonlight drifts across my bed,
And on the churchyard by the road, I know
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SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space--
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
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AH, sad are they who know not love,
But, far from passion's tears and smiles,
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A.D. 1670
AGLÄE, a widow.
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I
Now there was one who came in later days
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"The Southern Transept, hardly known by any other name but Poets' Corner"
DEAN STANLEY
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GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720
The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,
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[One of the Bearers Soliloquizes:]
. . . Room in your heart for him, O Mother Earth,
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[MIDNIGHT.]
First, two white arms that held him very close,
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I
Shakespeare and Milton--what third blazoned name
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Listen my masters! I speak naught but truth.
From dawn to dawn they drifted on and on,
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I vex me not with brooding on the years
That were ere I drew breath; why should I then
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I
One by one they go
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I
Who can say where Echo dwells?
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A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
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Pillared arch and sculptured tower
Of Ilium have had their hour;
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Upon your hearse this flower I lay
Brief be your sleep! You shall be known
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SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON
Wouldst thou know the knightly clash of steel on steel?
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When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
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My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
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I'll not confer with Sorrow
Till to-morrow;
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Take these rhymes into thy grace,
Since they are of thy begetting,
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The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
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Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand
And seeing a human footprint on the sand,
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EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887
I held his letter in my hand,
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SCENE: St. Petersburg. Period: the present time. A ballroom in the winter palace of the prince---. The ladies in character costumes and masks. The gentlement in
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I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine--
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LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE
The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek
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