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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
She could not live upon the Past			English	She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at last And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell for either Duke or Robin
She dealt her pretty words like Blades —				She dealt her pretty words like Blades — How glittering they shone — And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone — She never deemed — she hurt — That — is not Steel's Affair — A vulgar...
She died at play,			English	She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her...
She died — this was the way she died.			English	She died — this was the way she died. And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The Angels must have spied, Since I could never find...
She dwelleth in the Ground —				She dwelleth in the Ground — Where Daffodils — abide — Her Maker — Her Metropolis — The Universe — Her Maid — To fetch Her Grace — and Hue — And Fairness — and Renown — The Firmament's — To Pluck Her...
She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways	William Wordsworth	1807	Love	She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mosy tone Half hidden from the eye! ---Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and...
She hideth Her the last —			English	She hideth Her the last — And is the first, to rise — Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes — She doth Her Purple Work — And putteth Her away In low Apartments in the Sod - ...
She Is Not Fair To Outward View	Hartley Coleridge	1816	Love	She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; O, then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light! But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease...
She laid her docile Crescent down				She laid her docile Crescent down And this confiding Stone Still states to Dates that have forgot The News that she is gone — So constant to its stolid trust, The Shaft that never knew — It shames...
She lay as if at play				She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away — Intending to return — But not so soon — Her merry Arms, half dropt — As if for lull of sport — An instant had forgot — The Trick to start...
She rose as high as His Occasion				She rose as high as His Occasion Then sought the Dust — And lower lay in low Westminster For Her brief Crest —
She rose to His Requirement — dropt			English	She rose to His Requirement — dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife — If ought She missed in Her new Day, Of Amplitude, or Awe — Or first Prospective — Or...
She sights a Bird — she chuckles —				She sights a Bird — she chuckles — She flattens — then she crawls — She runs without the look of feet — Her eyes increase to Balls — Her Jaws stir — twitching — hungry — Her Teeth can hardly stand — ...
She slept beneath a tree —				She slept beneath a tree — Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute — She recognized the foot — Put on her carmine suit And see!
She sped as Petals of a Rose			English	She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind — A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find — Leaving on nature — a Default As Cricket or as Bee — But Andes in the Bosoms where She had...
She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc —			English	She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc — Debated — Rose again — This time — beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men — And now, among Circumference — Her steady Boat be seen — At home — among the...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms —			English	She sweeps with many-colored Brooms — And leaves the Shreds behind — Oh Housewife in the Evening West — Come back, and dust the Pond! You dropped a Purple Ravelling in — You dropped an Amber thread — ...
She Walks in Beauty	Lord George Gordon Byron	1808	Love	1 She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 2...
She Was a Beauty	Henry Cuyler Bunner		English	She was a beauty in the days When Madison was President, And quite coquettish in her ways,— On conquests of the heart intent. Grandpapa, on his right knee bent, Wooed her in stiff, old-fashioned phrase,— She was a beauty in the days...
She went as quiet as the Dew			English	She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour ! She dropt as softly as a star...