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Anne Bradstreet: By Night when Others Soundly Slept
By Night when Others Soundly Slept By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best. I sought him whom my…Walt Whitman: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'dPart 1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with…Walt Whitman: When the Full-Grown Poet Came
When the Full-Grown Poet CameWhen the full-grown poet came, Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine; But out spake…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dawn ("Not knowing when")
by EmilyDickinsonMarchVIIIDawn Dawn Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore?A. E. Housman: Oh, when I was in love with you,
Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave.And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around…A. E. Housman: When I came last to Ludlow
When I came last to Ludlow Amidst the moonlight pale, Two friends kept step beside me, Two honest lads and hale.Now Dick lies long in the churchyard, And Ned lies long in jail, And I come…A. E. Housman: When I was one-and-twenty
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-…A. E. Housman: When I watch the living meet,
When I watch the living meet, And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street Where I lodge a little while,If the heats of hate and lust In the house of flesh are strong…A. E. Housman: When the lad for longing sighs,
When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone,…Elsa Barker: When I am dead and Sister to the Dust
When I am dead and Sister to the DustElsa BarkerWhen I am dead and sister to the dust; When no more avidly I drink the wine Of human love; when the pale Proserpine Has covered me with…Trending
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