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No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wroughtSo rich as the arms of my love can be;No gems with a lovelier lustre...

Ah, London! London! our delight,Great flower that opens but at night,Great City of the Midnight Sun,Whose day begins...

It is the Police Commissioners,All on a winter's day;And they to prove the town waterHave set themselves away.They...

(Gratefully Dedicated to Mrs. Pankhurst)She bore us in her dreaming womb,And laughed into the face of Death;She...

The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal,And the Old Woman knew what he said,And she grew pale at the Raven's...

Crowd about me, little children -Come and cluster 'round my kneeWhile I tell a little storyThat happened once with...

"Abide with us!" Where could we go?Thou art our strength, thou art our tower,Our refuge from the ills below,In...

At the grey dawn, amongst the felling leaves,A little bird outside my window swung,High on a topmost branch he...

(WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY.)"The days of our life are threescore years and ten."A birthday: - and a day that...

Who know thee, love: thy life be suchThat, ere the year be o'er,Each one who loves thee now so much,Even God, may...

Well! I'm determin'd; that's enough: -Gee, Bayard! move your poor old bones,I'll take to-morrow, smooth or rough,To...

Behold! the Tabernacle of God's WillThis woman's form enshrineth. What is this,More glorious than all our age-long...

Born July 22, 1849; Died November 19, 1887.One hesitates to lift the veil and throw the light upon a life sohidden...

(In Springfield, Illinois)It is portentous, and a thing of stateThat here at midnight, in our little townA mourning...

O the precipice TitanicOf the congregated Fall,And the angle oceanicWhere the deepening thunders call -And the Gorge...

Fly hence, pale care, no more rememberPast sorrows with the fled December,But let each pleasant cheek appearSmooth as...

One evening while recliningIn my easy-chair, repiningO'er the lack of true religion, and the dearth of common sense,A...

IWhen moiling seems at ceaseIn the vague void of night-time,And heaven's wide roomage stormlessBetween the dusk and...

Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,[1]When our victorious fleet o'er the red surgeRolled in...

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know...