Title | Poet | Year Written | Collection | Body |
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“There is a garden in her face” | Anonymous | English |
From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606 THERE is a garden in her face, |
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“There is no death” | J. L. McCreery | English |
There is no death! the stars go down There is no death! the forest leaves |
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“There is such power” | Arlo Bates | English |
From “Sonnets in Shadow” The lost days up, as from the idle strings... |
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“There was a little girl” | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 1827 | English |
There was a little girl, One day she went upstairs, |
“There was a small boy of Quebec” | Rudyard Kipling | English |
There was a small boy of Quebec, |
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“There was a young lady of Niger” | Anonymous | English |
There was a young lady of Niger |
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“There’s nae luck about the house” | Jean Adam | English |
And are ye sure the news is true? |
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“They are all gone” | Henry Vaughan | 1641 | English |
They are all gone into the world of light, It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, |
“They are dear fish to me” | Anonymous | English |
The Farmer’s wife sat at the door, When, bending ’neath her heavy creel, |
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“They come! the merry summer months” | William Motherwell | English |
They come! the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers; |
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“Those evening bells” | Thomas Moore | 1799 | English |
Those evening bells! those evening bells! Those joyous hours are passed away; |
“Thou art gone to the grave” | Reginald Heber | English |
Thou art gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee, Thou art gone to the grave—we no longer... |
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“Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie” | Allan Cunningham | 1804 | English |
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, |
“Three years she grew” | William Wordsworth | 1790 | English |
Three years she grew in sun and shower; “Myself will to my darling be |
“Thy braes were bonny” | John Logan | 1768 | English |
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! Forever now, O Yarrow stream! |
“Till death us part” | Arthur Penrhyn Stanley | English |
“TILL death us part,” Life with its... |
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“Times go by turns” | Robert Southwell | 1581 | English |
The Lopped tree in time may grow again; |
“To heaven approached a Sufi Saint” | Jalal ad-Din Rumi | 1227 | English |
From the Persian by William R. Alger TO heaven approached a Sufi Saint, Said God, “Who seeks to enter here?” |
“Too late I stayed” | William Robert Spencer | English |
Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime! And who, with clear account, remarks |
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“Under the shade of the trees” | Margaret Junkin Preston | English |
[The last words of Stonewall Jackson 1 were: “Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”] WHAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast? |