What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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With thy true love I have more wealth
Than Charon's piled-up bank doth hold;
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This night, as I sit here alone,
And brood on what is dead and gone,
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My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
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Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
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Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
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One night when I went down
Thames' side, in London Town,
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I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
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No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
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Welcome to you rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
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I pray you, Sadness, leave me soon,
In sweet invention thou art poor!
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As I walked down the waterside
This silent morning, wet and dark;
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If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
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When I came forth this morn I saw
Quite twenty cloudlets in the air;
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Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
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When primroses are out in Spring,
And small, blue violets come between;
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Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
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My walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must have some books;
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A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
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Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
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Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That's green for half a mile around;
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Sing out, my soul, thy songs of joy;
Sing as a happy bird will sing
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This life is sweetest; in this wood
I hear no children cry for food;
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I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
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A jar of cider and my pipe,
In summer, under shady tree;
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When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
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Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
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WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom
Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong;
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When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
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Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
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