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We Have Been Friends Together We have been friends together, In sunshine and in shade; Since first beneath the chestnut-trees In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together— Shall a light word part us now? We... Poet: Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	The Two Friends I have two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be, And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me. The first was shot by Carlist thieves—ten years ago in Spain. The second drowned near Alicante—while I alive remain. I love to see... Poet: Charles Godfrey Leland	Ballade of Dead Friends As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying— All our tears and sighing, Sorrow, change, and woe— All our where-and-whying For friends that come and go. Life... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	Young Friends From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act III. Sc. 2. O, IS all forgot? All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one... Poet: William Shakespeare
Parted Friends Friend after friend departs: Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale... Poet: James Montgomery	“We have been friends together” We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part... Poet: Caroline Elizabeth Sarah	Wife, Children, and Friends When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented (The list of what Fate for each mortal intends), At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, And slipped in three blessings,—wife, children, and friends. In vain surly Pluto maintained he was... Poet: William Robert Spencer	Are Friends Delight or Pain? Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good — But if they only stay Ampler to fly away Riches are sad. Poet:
P—— loved me, not as he lovd his Friends *** * *** P——^[4] loved me, not as he lovd his Friends For he lovd them for gain to serve his Ends He loved me and for no Gain at all... Poet:	Stops of Various Quills/Friends and Foes Poet: