Love Poems – Page 2776
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“A hunting we will go”
The Dusky night rides down the sky, / And ushers in the morn: / The hounds all join in glorious cry, … -
The Stag Hunt
From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto I. / THE STAG at eve had drunk his fill, / Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, … -
The Old Squire
I Like the hunting of the hare / Better than that of the fox; / I like the joyous morning air, … -
No!
NO sun—no moon! / No morn—no noon— / No dawn—no dust—no proper time of day— … -
“When the frost is on the punkin”
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder ’s in the shock, / And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, / And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, … -
Autumn: A Dirge
The Warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, / The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, / And the year … -
“When icicles hang by the wall”
From “Love’s Labor ’s Lost,” Act V. Sc. 2. / WHEN icicles hang by the wall, / And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, … -
Snow-Flakes
Out of the bosom of the Air, / Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, / Over the woodlands brown and bare, … -
December
When the feud of hot and cold / Leaves the autumn woodlands bare; / When the year is getting old, … -
The Snow-Shower
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, / On the lake below thy gentle eyes; / The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, …
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