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• To Sleep

  O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
  Shutting with careful fingers and benign
  Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light, …

  John Keats

• The Outlaw of Loch Lene

  O MANY a day have I made good ale in the glen,
  That came not of stream or malt, like the brewing of men:
  My bed was the ground; my roof, the green-wood above; …

  Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

• Too solemn for day, too sweet for night

  Too solemn for day, too sweet for night,
  Come not in darkness, come not in light;
  But come in some twilight interim, …

  William Sidney Walker

• To Helene

  I SENT a ring—a little band
  Of emerald and ruby stone,
  And bade it, sparkling on thy hand, …

  George Darley

• The Fallen Star

  A STAR is gone! a star is gone!
  There is a blank in Heaven;
  One of the cherub choir has done …

  George Darley

• The Solitary-Hearted

  She was a queen of noble Nature's crowning,
  A smile of hers was like an act of grace;
  She had no winsome looks, no pretty frowning, …

  Hartley Coleridge

• Early Death

  She pass'd away like morning dew
  Before the sun was high;
  So brief her time, she scarcely knew …

  Hartley Coleridge

• Silence

  There is a silence where hath been no sound,
  There is a silence where no sound may be,
  In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, …

  Thomas Hood

• Fair Ines

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• Time of Roses

  It was not in the Winter
  Our loving lot was cast;
  It was the time of roses— …

  Thomas Hood

• The Death-bed

  We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
  Her breathing soft and low,
  As in her breast the wave of life …

  Thomas Hood

• The Bridge of Sighs

  One more Unfortunate,
  Weary of breath,
  Rashly importunate, …

  Thomas Hood

• The Blind Boy's Pranks

  Men grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind,
  Love kentna whaur to stay:
  Wi' fient an arrow, bow, or string— …

  William Thom

• Elena's Song

  Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife
  To heart of neither wife nor maid—
  Lead we not here a jolly life …

  Sir Henry Taylor

• A Jacobite's Epitaph

  To my true king I offer'd free from stain
  Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
  For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away, …

  Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay

• Mater Dolorosa

  I'd a dream to-night
  As I fell asleep,
  O! the touching sight …

  William Barnes

• The Wife a-lost

  Since I noo mwore do zee your feäce,
  Up steärs or down below,
  I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleäce, …

  William Barnes

• Fairy Song

  He has conn'd the lesson now;
  He has read the book of pain:
  There are furrows on his brow; …

  Winthrop Mackworth Praed

• O sleep, my Babe

  O SLEEP, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,
  Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays
  To drink thy balmy breath, …

  Sara Coleridge

• The Child

  See yon blithe child that dances in our sight!
  Can gloomy shadows fall from one so bright?
  Fond mother, whence these fears? …

  Sara Coleridge

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