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Fragments
Louisa May Alcott
I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a f...Rate it:

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St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
Joyce Kilmer
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway To the saint with the vagrant fee...Rate it:

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Chalkey Hall
John Greenleaf Whittier
How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze To him who flies From crowded street and red wall's weary gleam, Till far behind him like a hideous...Rate it:

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Seaweed
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from...Rate it:

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A Passing Hail
James Whitcomb Riley
Let us rest ourselves a bit! Worry?-- wave your hand to it -- Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while. Weary of the weary wa...Rate it:

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A Song Of Parting
Edith Nesbit
DEDICATION QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since I have given you songs a whole year long, Stoop,...Rate it:

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A Lady red—amid the Hill
Emily Dickinson
A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms— Sweep...Rate it:

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A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's
James Henry Leigh Hunt
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and poem none at all, Yet, as th...Rate it:

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Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
William Carlos Williams
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- ...Rate it:

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He parts Himself—like Leaves
Emily Dickinson
He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup— And then He runs against And oversets a Rose— A...Rate it:

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Hopes
Edith Nesbit
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers, Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss, And after winter's cold, unlovely hours, Laughs ou...Rate it:

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I'm saying every day
Emily Dickinson
I'm saying every day "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow"— I'd do this way— And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend su...Rate it:

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In a Spring Grove
William Allingham
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet r...Rate it:

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In Winter
Alice Guerin Crist
Golden and white in the garden walk, Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show, ‘Mid withered blossom and wilted stalk Where never a rosebud dares t...Rate it:

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Katie
Henry Timrod
It may be through some foreign grace, And unfamiliar charm of face; It may be that across the foam Which bore her from her childhood's home, By som...Rate it:

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Little Red Riding Hood
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE ENGRAVING OF LANDSEER’S PICTURE. Come back, come back together, All ye fancies of the past, Ye days of April weather,...Rate it:

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Lord Let Me Live
Robert William Service
Lord, let me live, that more and more Your wonder world I may adore; With every dawn to grow and grow Alive to graciousness aglow; An...Rate it:

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Memory
Anne Brontë
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright...Rate it:

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My Garden
Eugene Field
My garden aboundeth in pleasant nooks And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old, old books In their places against the wall. ...Rate it:

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My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is ve...Rate it:

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Precious to Me—She still shall be
Emily Dickinson
Precious to Me—She still shall be— Though She forget the name I bear— The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair— So like the Meado...Rate it:

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Rose and Murray
Conrad Potter Aiken
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, like a buttercup, Lifts her white fac...Rate it:

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Sonnet XII
Alan Seeger
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river at whose silent verge Tall poplars tremble and ...Rate it:

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Tennants Anster Fair
Joseph Rodman Drake
I. 'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night - The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Nought is seen in the vault on high But the moon, an...Rate it:

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The Bobolink
John Burroughs
Daisies, clover, buttercup, Redtop, trefoil, meadowsweet, Ecstatic pinions, soaring up, Then gliding down to grassy seat. Sunshine, laughter, mad ...Rate it:

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