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WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben,… Robert’s kin, and John’s, and Ned… And the Squire, and Lady Susan,… “Gone,” I call them, gone for goo… heads;
Through snowy woods and shady We went to play a tune To the lonely manor-lady By the light of the Christmas moo… We violed till, upward glancing
Well, World, you have kept faith… Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to… Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie
When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wa… As one who, held in trance, has la… By vacant rote and prepossession s… The coils that thou hast wrought u… Wherein have place, unrealized by…
“There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…
I will be faithful to thee; aye,… And Death shall choose me with a… That he did not discern and domici… One his by right ever since that l… I have no care for friends, or kin…
I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall
‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…
On Its Seizure By The English U… Did they catch as it were in a Vi… When their cavalry smote through t… And they crossed where the Tishbi… His gaunt mournful Shade as he ba…
There was a time in former years– While my roof—tree was his— When I should have been distresse… At such a night as this! I should have murmured anxiously,
In a Wood Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day?
Sinking down by the gate I discer… And a blackbird tries over old air… But the moon is a sorry one, sad t… For this spot is unknown to that… Did my Heartmate but haunt here a…
I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, “Can there indwell My Amabel?” I looked upon her gown,
'Ah Madam; you’ve indeed come bac… 'Twas sad-your husband’s so swift… And you away! You shouldn’t have… It hastened his last breath.' 'Dame, I am not the lady you thin…
Queer are the ways of a man I kno… He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And in the seaward haze