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Lydia
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town, And bid your yards be gay Up all your gusty streets and down, For Lydia comes to-day! I hear it on t...Rate it:

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Horace and Lydia Reconciled
Eugene Field
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not deny, Fair nymph, that I Was happie...Rate it:

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Lydia Dick
Eugene Field
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas Bently Used to praise so eloquently '...Rate it:

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Lydia H. Sigourney
John Greenleaf Whittier
She sang alone, ere womanhood had known The gift of song which fills the air to-day Tender and sweet, a music all her own May fitly linger where sh...Rate it:

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Lydia Humphrey
Edgar Lee Masters
Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, With my Bible under my arm Till I was gray and old; Unwedded, alone in the world, Finding b...Rate it:

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Lydia Is Gone This Many A Year
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Lydia is gone this many a year, Yet when the lilacs stir, In the old gardens far or near, The house is full of her. They climb the twisted chamber...Rate it:

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Lydia Puckett
Edgar Lee Masters
Knowlt Hoheimer ran away to the war The day before Curl Trenary Swore out a warrant through Justice Arnett For stealing hogs. But that's not the re...Rate it:

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Odes From Horace. - To Lydia. Book The First, Ode The Eighth.
Anna Seward
O, Lydia! I conjure thee tell Why, with persisting zeal, thou dost employ The strongest power of amorous spell On Sybaris, belov'd too well, Woundi...Rate it:

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To Lydia
Eugene Field
When, Lydia, you (once fond and true, But now grown cold and supercilious) Praise Telly's charms of neck and arms-- Well, by the dog! it makes me b...Rate it:

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To Lydia Maria Child
John Greenleaf Whittier
ON READING HER POEM IN 'THE STANDARD.' The sweet spring day is glad with music, But through it sounds a sadder strain; The worthiest of our narrow...Rate it:

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