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Believe Me, If All These Endearing Young Charms Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly today Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms Like fairy gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art Let thy loveliness fade as it will And... Poet: Thomas Moore	Sonnet: “While yet these tears have power to flow” From the French by Louise Stuart Costello WHILE yet these tears have power to flow For hours for ever past away; While yet these swelling sighs allow My faltering voice to breathe a lay; While yet my hand can touch the chords, My tender... Poet: Louise Labé	“Come to these scenes of peace” Come to these scenes of peace, Where, to rivers murmuring, The sweet birds all the summer sing, Where cares and toil and sadness cease! Stranger, does thy heart deplore Friends whom thou wilt see no more? Does thy wounded spirit prove Pangs... Poet: William Lisle Bowles	How many times these low feet staggered — How many times these low feet staggered — Only the soldered mouth can tell — Try — can you stir the awful rivet — Try — can you lift the hasps of steel! Stroke the cool forehead — hot so often — Lift — if you... Poet:
In rags mysterious as these In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go — Veiling the purple, and the plumes — Veiling the ermine so. Smiling, as they request an alms — At some imposing door! Smiling when we walk... Poet:	Of Tribulation, these are They, Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White — The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank Of Victors — designate — All these — did conquer — But the ones who overcame most times — Wear nothing... Poet:	The Products of my Farm are these The Products of my Farm are these Sufficient for my Own And here and there a Benefit Unto a Neighbor's Bin. With Us, 'tis Harvest all the Year For when the Frosts begin We just reverse the Zodiac... Poet:	These are the days that Reindeer love These are the days that Reindeer love And pranks the Northern star — This is the Sun's objective, And Finland of the Year. Poet:
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. ... Poet:	These are the Idiots chiefest arts *** * *** 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 ... Poet: