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Once Before Once before, this self-same air Passed me, though I know not where. Strange! how very like it came! Touch and fragrance were the same; Sound of mingled voices, too, With a light laugh ringing through; Some one moving,—here or there,— Some... Poet: Mary Mapes Dodge	Before Sunrise in Winter A purple cloud hangs half-way down; Sky, yellow gold below; The naked trees, beyond the town, Like masts against it show,— Bare masts and spars of our earth-ship, With shining snow-sails furled; And through the sea of space we slip,... Poet: Edward Rowland Sill	A Song before Grief Sorrow, my friend, When shall you come again? The wind is slow, and the bent willows send Their silvery motions wearily down the plain. The bird is dead That sang this morning through the summer rain! Sorrow, my friend, I owe my soul to... Poet: Rose Hawthorne Lathrop	Why Ye Blossome Cometh before Ye Leafe Once hoary Winter chanced—alas! Alas! hys waye mistaking— A leafless apple-tree to pass Where Spring lay dreaming. “Fie, ye lass! Ye lass had best he waking,” Quoth he, and shook hys robe, and, lo! Lo! forth didde flye a cloud of snowe. ... Poet: Oliver Herford
Before the Rain The blackcaps pipe among the reeds, And there ’ll be rain to follow; There is a murmur as of wind In every coign and hollow; The wrens do chatter of their fears While swinging on the barley-ears. Come, hurry, while there yet is time,... Poet: Amelie Troubetzkoy	“Behave yoursel’ before folk” BEHAVE yoursel’ before folk, Behave yoursel’ before folk, And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk. It wouldna give me meikle pain, Gin we were seen and heard by nane, To tak’ a kiss, or grant you ane; But... Poet: Alexander Rodger	Before the Rain We knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens— Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out... Poet: Thomas Bailey Aldrich	Once Before Once before, this self-same air Passed me, though I know not where. Strange! how very like it came! Touch and fragrance were the same; Sound of mingled voices, too, With a light laugh ringing through; Some one moving,—here or there,— Some... Poet: Mary Mapes Dodge
The King to his soldiers before Harfleur [1415] From “King Henry V.,” Act III. Sc. 1. ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace, there ’s nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of war... Poet: William Shakespeare	Before Sedan “The dead hand clasped a letter.” —SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT. HERE in this leafy place, Quiet he lies, Cold, with his sightless face Turned to the skies; ’T is but another dead;— All you can say is said. Carry his body hence... Poet: Henry Austin Dobson