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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…Round the Fire
Round the FireWith the October frosts came the cheery fires in the great fireplaces; and Demi's dry pine-chips helped Dan's oak-knots to blaze royally, and go roaring up the chimney with a…On the Shelf
On the ShelfIn France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are married, when 'Vive la liberte!' becomes their motto. In America, as everyone knows, girls early sign the…The Song of Hiawatha: Hiawatha's Departure
The White Man's Foot Hiawatha's Departure By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns A VisionYoung Jamie, Pride Of A' The PlainA Red, Red Rose [Hear Red, Red Rose] O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Coming of Night
by EmilyDickinsonAuroraAftermathThe Coming of Night The Coming of Night How the old mountains drip with sunset, And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel By the wizard…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…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…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…