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I am—yet what I am none cares or… My friends forsake me like a memor… I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious… Like shadows in love’s frenzied st…
Dear brother robin this comes from… With our kind love and could Gip… Though but a dog he’d have his lov… For still he knows and by your cor… The moment he comes in he lyes him…
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bar… And I opened the window to see, When every maiden went by with her… But neer a one came to me. And O dear what will become of me…
'Tweet’ pipes the robin as the cat… Her nestling young that in the eld… And then the bluecap tootles in it… Picking the flies from orchard app… And 'pink’ the chaffinch cries its…
The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place
When first we hear the shy—come ni… They seem to mutter o’er their son… And, climb we e’er so soft the spi… All stops as if no bird was anywhe… The kindled bushes with the young…
The spring is coming by a many sig… The trays are up, the hedges broke… That fenced the haystack, and the… Like some old antique fragment wea… And where suns peep, in every shel…
The turkeys wade the close to catc… In the old border full of maple tr… And often lay away and breed and c… And bring a brood of chelping chic… The turkey gobbles loud and drops…
I love to see the old heath’s with… Mingle its crimpled leaves with fu… While the old heron from the lonel… Starts slow and flaps its melancho… An oddling crow in idle motion swi…
Darkness like midnight from the so… Clamours with dismal tidings of th… Roaring as rivers breaking loose i… To spread and foam and deluge all… The cotter listens at his door aga…
I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly… I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at… I dare not gaze upon her face
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she broke the rose away And I saw the patten rings
These tiny loiterers on the barley… And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summ… Mocking the sunshine on their glit… How merrily they creep, and run, a…
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!— The babe upon its mother’s breast, The bird upon its young, The heart asleep without a pain—
Christmas is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now E’en want will dry its tears in mi… And crown him wi’ a holly bough Tho tramping 'neath a winters sky