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  • The Death Bed
    WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
    Her breathing soft and low,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Past and Present
    I remember, I remember
    The house where I was born,
    32 lines, 2 comments
  • The Bridge of Sighs
    One more Unfortunate
    Weary of breath
    102 lines, 7 comments
  • Autumn I
    I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
    Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
    66 lines, 1 comment
  • Death
    It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
    This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Fair Ines
    O saw ye not fair Ines?
    She’s gone into the West,
    48 lines
  • Time of Roses
    It was not in the Winter
    Our loving lot was cast;
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Ruth
    She stood breast-high amid the corn,
    Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
    20 lines
  • A Lake And A Fairy Boat
    A lake and a fairy boat
    To sail in the moonlight clear, -
    12 lines, 6 comments
  • Flowers
    I will not have the mad Clytie,
    Whose head is turned by the sun;
    24 lines
  • The Dream of Eugene Aram
    'Twas in the prime of summer-time
    An evening calm and cool,
    216 lines
  • The world is with me
    The world is with me, and its many cares,
    Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears
    14 lines
  • On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers
    She was a woman peerless in her station,
    With household virtues wedded to her name;
    14 lines
  • Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
    I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
    Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
    14 lines
  • Christmas Holidays
    Along the Woodford road there comes a noise
    Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise
    14 lines
  • To Hope
    Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp,
    And play to me so cheerily;
    62 lines
  • Gold!
    Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
    Bright and yellow, hard and cold
    16 lines
  • No!
    No sun--no moon!
    No morn--no noon!
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • The Sun Was Slumbering in the West
    The sun was slumbering in the West,
    My daily labors past;
    32 lines
  • A Parental Ode to My Son, Aged 3 Years and 5 months
    Thou happy, happy elf!
    (But stop,—first let me kiss away that tear—)
    61 lines, 1 comment
  • To A Sleeping Child
    Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,—
    A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
    35 lines
  • To Fancy
    Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,
    Won by the mind's high magic to its hest—
    14 lines
  • The Lay of the Laborer
    A spade! a rake! a hoe!
    A pickaxe, or a bill!
    109 lines
  • To A False Friend
    Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
    Our hands will never meet again.
    15 lines, 4 comments
  • Ode to Autumn
    I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
    Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
    62 lines
  • Silence
    There is a silence where hath been no sound,
    There is a silence where no sound may be,
    14 lines
  • Sonnet (Written in Keats' "Endymion")
    I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink
    Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
    14 lines
  • To An Enthusiast
    Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
    Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
    14 lines
  • To A Cold Beauty
    Lady, wouldst thou heiress be
    To Winters cold and cruel part?
    24 lines
  • Serenade
    Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how
    I wake and passionate watches keep;
    16 lines
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