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The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand

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The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,…

The Sparrow’s Nest

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BEHOLD, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight. I started–seeming to espy The home and sheltered…

The Solitary Reaper

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    Behold her, single in the field,     Yon solitary Highland Lass!     Reaping and singing by herself;     Stop here, or gently pass!    …

The Simplon Pass

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. -Brook and road Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to…

The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said

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The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said “Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!” Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spread And penetrated all with tender light, She…

The Seven Sisters

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Or, The Solitude Of Binnorie SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald, All children of one mother: You could not say in one short day What love they bore each other. A…

The Sailor’s Mother

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. ONE morning (raw it was and wet– A foggy day in winter time) A Woman on the road I met, Not old, though something past her prime: Majestic in…

The Russian Fugitive

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I ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes Like harebells bathed in dew, Of cheek that with carnation vies, And veins of violet hue; Earth wants not beauty that may scorn…

The Reverie of Poor Susan

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has…

The Redbreast Chasing The Butterfly

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ART thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When Autumn-winds are sobbing?…