Poems

Rose Leaves

Rose Leaves I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. It began à la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose cross’d the road […]

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The Cradle

The Cradle HOW steadfastly she worked at it! How lovingly had drest With all her would-be-mother’s wit That little rosy nest! How longingly she ’d hung […]

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