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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
There was an old person of Stroud				* * * There was an old person of Stroud, Who was horribly jammed in a crowd; Some she slew with a kick, Some she scrunched with a stick, That impulsive old person of Stroud. ...
There was an old person of Wick			English	* * * There was an old person of Wick, Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick; Chickabee, Chickabaw,' And he said nothing more, That laconic old person of Wick. <Publ. 1872...
There was an old person of Wilts				* * * There was an old person of Wilts, Who constantly walked upon stilts; He wreathed them with lilies, And daffy-down-lilies, That elegant person of Wilts. <Publ. 1872...
There was an Old Person whose habits				* * * There was an Old Person whose habits, Induced him to feed upon rabbits; ‎ When he'd eaten eighteen, ‎ He turned perfectly green, Upon which he relinquished those habits....
There was an Old Sailor of Compton				* * * There was an Old Sailor of Compton, Whose vessel a rock it once bump'd on; The shock was so great, that it damaged the pate, Of that singular Sailor of Compton. <Publ....
There was on Old Man of the Isles			English	* * * There was on Old Man of the Isles, ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,			English	There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today — I know it, by the numb look Such Houses have — alway — The Neighbors rustle in and out — The Doctor — drives away — A Window opens...
There's something quieter than sleep				There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast — And will not tell its name. Some touch it, and some kiss it — Some chafe its idle hand — It has a...
There's the Battle of Burgoyne —			English	There's the Battle of Burgoyne — Over, every Day, By the Time that Man and Beast Put their work away "Sunset" sounds majestic — But that solemn War Could you comprehend it You would chastened...
These are the days that Reindeer love			English	These are the days that Reindeer love And pranks the Northern star — This is the Sun's objective, And Finland of the Year.
These are the days when Birds come back —				These are the days when Birds come back — A very few — a Bird or two — To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old — old sophistries of June — A blue and gold mistake. ...
These are the Idiots chiefest arts			English	*** * *** These are the Idiots chiefest artst To blend & not define the Parts The Swallow sings in Courts of Kings That Fools have their high finishings ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love —				These are the Nights that Beetles love — From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of the Children The merriment of men Depositing his Thunder He hoists...
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —			English	These are the Signs to Nature's Inns — Her invitation broad To Whosoever famishing To taste her mystic Bread — These are the rites of Nature's House — The Hospitality That opens with an equal width...
These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest				These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl — And shade is all that devastates the stillness Seems it sometimes this would be all —
These held their Wick above the West —			English	These held their Wick above the West — Till when the Red declined — Or how the Amber aided it — Defied to be defined — Then waned without disparagement In a dissembling Hue That would not let the Eye...
These Strangers, in a foreign World,				These Strangers, in a foreign World, Protection asked of me — Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven Be found a Refugee —
These tested Our Horizon —			English	These tested Our Horizon — Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude. Our Retrospection of Them A fixed Delight, But our Anticipation A Dice — a Doubt —
These — saw Visions —			English	These — saw Visions — Latch them softly — These — held Dimples — Smooth them slow — This — addressed departing accents — Quick — Sweet Mouth — to miss thee so — This — We stroked — ...
Thestylis	Leconte de Lisle	1886	French	Aux pentes du coteau, sous les roches moussues, L’eau vive en murmurant filtre par mille issues, Croît, déborde, et remue en son cours diligent La...