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How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
When mid-autumn’s moan shook the n… And sedges were horny, And summer’s green wonderwork falt… On leaze and in lane, I fared Yell’ham-Firs way, where…
When the wasting embers redden the… And Life’s bare pathway looms lik… And from hall and parlour the livi… My perished people who housed them… They come and seat them around in…
From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun
Thirty-two years since, up against… Seven shapes, thin atomies to lowe… Labouringly leapt and gained thy g… And four lives paid for what the s… They were the first by whom the de…
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…
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside… Wherein Hodge trudged, all blithe… The Mother’s smiling reign. "Why warbles he that skies are…
“The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahe… It’s true I’ve been accustomed no… And joints get rusty, and one’s li… More fit to rest than roam. ”But I can stand as yet fair stre…
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead Love’s living smile. And sorrowing I lay me down
South of the Line, inland from fa… A mouldering soldier lies—your cou… Awry and doubled up are his gray b… And on the breeze his puzzled phan… Nightly to clear Canopus: “I wou…
Yes; your up—dated modern page— All flower—fresh, as it appears— Can claim a time-tried lineage, That reaches backward fifty years (Which, if but short for sleepy sq…
“OLD Norbert with the flat blue… A German said to be— Why let your pipe die on your lap, Your eyes blink absently?”— —"Ah!... Well, I had thought till…
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…