Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:…
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The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at…
When I am old, and comforted, And done with this desire,With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire, I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands;;Beneath my laundered cap,And…
Tus ojos son la patria del relampago y de la lagrima,silencio que habla,tempestades sin viento, mar sin olas,pajaros presos, doradas fieras adormecidas,topacios impios como la verdad,o tono en un claro…
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:Sitting down to lessons –…
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved? were we not weaned till then,But ****** on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?’Twas so;…
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman’s boy,;;;;That he shouts with…
Had I but lived a hundred years agoI might have gone, as I have gone this year,By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I know,And Time have placed his finger…
Woman was made for man’s delight,– Charm, O woman! Be not afraid!His shadow by day, his moon by night, Woman was made. Her strength with weakness is overlaid; Meek compliances veil her might;Him…
Into my heart’s treasury I slipped a coinThat time cannot take Nor a thief purloin, —Oh better than the minting Of a gold-crowned kingIs the safe-kept memory Of a lovely…
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the grassGrown up between the stones, yet from excessOf grief hard…
Set not thy foot on graves;Hear what wine and roses say;The mountain chase, the summer waves,The crowded town, thy feet may well delay. Set not thy foot on graves;Nor seek…
Some day, when trees have shed their leavesAnd against the morning’s whiteThe shivering birds beneath the eavesHave sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love,Toward the summer isleWhere…
So silent I when Love was byHe yawned, and turned away;But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,I have so much to say.
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A Mother’s breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! see how in sleep she seems to sing A voiceless…
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm;The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For ’tis my outward Soul,Viceroy to…
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward agony,Where Claribel low-lieth. At eve the beetle boomethAthwart the thicket…
A pin has a head, but has no hair;A clock has a face, but no mouth there;Needles have eyes, but they cannot see;A fly has a trunk without lock or…
‘There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!’Spoke up the pitying child—A little boy with a violinAt the station before the train…
I I had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured forth aloneAt dusk upon this unfrequented road. II I…
I dream that he is mine, I dream that he is true,And all his words I keep As rose-leaves hold the dew. O little thirsty rose, O little heart beware,Lest…