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Patter, patter, little feet, Making music quaint and sweet, Up the passage, down the stair; Patter, patter everywhere. Ripple, ripple, little voice;
Hark! Spring is coming. Her heral… Cuckoo! The air resounds and the woodland… Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Leave the milking pail and the man…
‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…
Now do I know that Love is blind,… Can see no beauty on this beauteou… No life, no light, no hopefulness,… Pleasure nor purpose, when thou ar… Thy absence exiles sunshine from t…
I saw this morning, with a sudden… Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her… ‘Why did you, Spring, your coming… If, now here, you cannot stay?
Realm of ocean-guarded Peace, Humming loom and grazing steer, Farm, and forge, and woven fleece, Happier, homelier, year by year, Hark! athwart the wintry air,
Midway his upward unavailing cours… Sate Sisyphus, his back against h… Halting a moment from that task of… Adown his swollen cheeks ran strea… Dripping from thick-drenched locks…
Here, where the vine and fig bask… And the hot lizard lies along the… Blinded I shrink where cypress sh… And gaze upon the far-off mountain… Then down the dusty track Lorenzo…
‘Shepherd swains that feed your fl… ’Mong the grassy-rooted rocks, While I still see sun and moon, Grant to me this simple boon: As I sit on craggy seat,
Exile or Caesar? Death hath solve… And made thee certain of thy chang… And thou no more hast wearily to w… Straining to catch the people’s ta… That from unrestful rest would dra…
What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed… Something pleasant, something fair… That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there.
I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…
Where lies Mozart? Tradition show… A likely spot: so much, no more: No words of his own time disclose When crossed He to the Further S… Though later ages, roused to shame…
When friends grown faithless, or t… Withdrawing from my life the love… Breed in my heart disdainful disco… And sadden sunshine with a sense o… Then I, forgetting to be wise and…
Had you but shown me living what y… Now I am gone, to keep my grave-p… And I but known what vainly now I… Lying here alone, how happy had I… If you with smiles had gladdened o…