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If you trap the moment before its ripe

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If you trap the moment before its ripe
The tears of repentance youll certainly wipe …

William Blake
If your Nerve, deny you —

If your Nerve, deny you —
Go above your Nerve —
He can lean against the Grave, …
Image of Light, Adieu —

Image of Light, Adieu —
Thanks for the interview —
So long — so short — …
Imitation of Pope A Compliment to the Ladies

Imitation of Pope A Compliment to the Ladies
Wondrous the Gods more wondrous are the Men
More Wondrous Wondrous still the Cock & Hen …

William Blake
An imitation

As once I dreamed, methought I strayed
Within a snow-clad mountain's shade;
From whose far height the silence bore …

Anne Lynch Botta
Impossibility, like Wine

Impossibility, like Wine
Exhilarates the Man
Who tastes it; Possibility …
In a wife I would desire

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In a wife I would desire
What in whores is always found …

William Blake
In Defence Of The Bush

So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes us sad to hear …

Banjo Paterson
In Ebon Box, when years have flown

In Ebon Box, when years have flown
To reverently peer,
Wiping away the velvet dust …
In falling Timbers buried —

In falling Timbers buried —
There breathed a Man —
Outside — the spades — were plying — …
In lands I never saw — they say

In lands I never saw — they say
Immortal Alps look down —
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament — …

Emily Dickinson
In many and reportless places

In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy —
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature …
In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665 Being a Year and a Half Old

Farewell dear babe, my heart's too much content,
Farewell sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye,
Farewell fair flower that for a space was lent, …

Anne Bradstreet
In rags mysterious as these

In rags mysterious as these
The shining Courtiers go —
Veiling the purple, and the plumes — …
In re a Gentleman, One

We see it each day in the paper,
And know that there's mischief in store;
That some unprofessional caper …

Banjo Paterson
In snow thou comest —

In snow thou comest —
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow, …
In the Bleak Midwinter

1. In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, …

Christina Georgina Rossetti
In thy long Paradise of Light

In thy long Paradise of Light
No moment will there be
When I shall long for Earthly Play …
In Winter in my Room

In Winter in my Room
I came upon a Worm —
Pink, lank and warm — …

Emily Dickinson
Indian Summer (Botta)

O sweet, sad autumn of the waning year,
Though in thy bowers the roses all lie dead,
And from thy woods the song of birds has fled, …

Anne Lynch Botta