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William Blake: Songs of Innocence, Nurse's Song
by WilliamBlakeSpringInfant JoyNurse's Song When the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Too Late
by EmilyDickinsonIAstra CastraToo Late Too Late Delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Frae The Friends And Land I Love
by Robert Burns Nithsdale's Welcome HameSuch A Parcel Of Rogues In A NationFrae The Friends And Land I Love Tune-"Carron Side." Frae the friends and land I love, Driv'n by…Christina Rossetti: The Prince's Progress
The Prince's ProgressTill all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and go, The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth, Waiting for one…Pleistocene epoch
(Encyclopedia) Pleistocene epochPleistocene epochplīˈstəsēn [key], 6th epoch of the Cenozoic era of geologic time (see Geologic Timescale, tablegeologic timescale, table). According to a…Alfred Lord Tennyson: II
II From that time forth I would not see her more, But many weary moons I lived alone— Alone, and in the heart of the great forest. Sometimes upon the hills beside the sea All day I…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: The Whistle-A Ballad
by Robert Burns My Heart's In The HighlandsTo Mary In HeavenThe Whistle-A Ballad I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was…Brewer's: Isabelle
or Isabella (in Orlando Furioso). Daughter of the king of Galicia, in love with Zerbino; but, being a pagan, Zerbino could not marry her. Zerbino induces her to quit her native land, and…Brewer's: Killed by Inches
In allusion to divers ways of prolonging capital punishments in olden times; e.g.: (1) The “iron coffin of Lissa.” The prisoner was laid in the coffin, and saw the iron lid creep slowly…Christina Rossetti: Sound Sleep
Sound SleepSome are laughing, some are weeping; She is sleeping, only sleeping. Round her rest wild flowers are creeping; There the wind is heaping, heaping Sweetest sweets of Summer's…