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By the old tavern door on the caus… A hogshead of stingo just rolled f… And there stood the blacksmith awa… As dry as the cinders that lay in… And there stood the cobbler as dry…
Man, Earth’s poor shadow! talks o… But hath it nothing of eternal kin… No majesty that shall not pass awa… No soul of greatness springing up… Thought marks without hoar shadows…
All nature has a feeling: woods, f… Are life eternal: and in silence t… Speak happiness beyond the reach o… There’s nothing mortal in them; th… Is the green life of change; to pa…
I peeled bits of straws and I got… From the grey peeling willow as id… And I switched at the flies as I… Till my flesh, blood, and marrow w… My illness was love, though I kne…
For Sunday’s play he never makes… But plays at taw, and buys his Sp… Hard as his toil, and ever slow to… Yet he gives maidens many a burnin… For none can pass him but his witl…
I’ve left my own old home of homes… Green fields and every pleasant pl… The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and hardly know her face. I miss the hazel’s happy green,
The dewdrops on every blade of gra… that I am obliged to stoop down as… and those sprinkled on the ivy—wov… hazels, whitethorns and maples are… down to feel if they were hard, bu…
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all no… Like to a warrior’s destiny! I lo… To stretch me often on thy shadowe… And hear the laugh of summer leave… Or on thy buttressed roots to sit,…
Soon as the twilight through the d… In silver hemmings skirts the purp… Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles… And dries the morning’s chilly rob… Young Hodge the horse—boy, with a…
She hastens out and scarcely pins… To hear the news and tell the news… She talks of sluts, marks each unm… Her self the dirtiest slut in all… She stands with eager haste at sla…
He waits all day beside his little… And asks the passing stranger what… But those who often pass his daily… Look at their watch and tell befor… He mutters stories to himself and…
The crow sat on the willow tree A—lifting up his wings, And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings, 'I love my love because I know
The holly bush, a sober lump of gr… Shines through the leafless shrubs… And smiles at winter be it eer so… With all the leafy luxury of May. And O it is delicious, when the d…
Why should man’s high aspiring min… Burn in him with so proud a breath… When all his haughty views can fin… In this world yields to death? The fair, the brave, the vain, the…
What is song’s eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises said