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The Little Beach-Bird Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Why o’er the waves dost fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and... Poet: Richard Henry Dana	Little Giffen Out of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital walls as dire; Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, (Eighteenth battle, and he sixteen!) Spectre! such as you seldom see, Little Giffen, of Tennessee! “Take him and welcome!” the surgeons... Poet: Francis Orrery Ticknor	'T is but a Little Faded Flower ’t is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded... Poet: Ellen Clementine Howarth	A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet A little while (my life is almost set!) I fain would pause along the downward way, Musing an hour in this sad sunset-ray, While, Sweet! our eyes with tender tears are wet: A little hour I fain would linger yet. A little while I fain would linger yet... Poet: Paul Hamilton Hayne
Little Guinever “when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench.” LOVE’S LABOUR ’S LOST Poet: Annie Fields	Little Breeches I don’t go much on religion, I never ain’t had no show; But I ’ve got a middlin’ tight grip, sir, On the handful o’ things I know. I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will and that sort of thing,— But I b’lieve in God and the angels,... Poet: John Hay	O Little Town of Bethlehem O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night... Poet: Phillips Brooks	Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that... Poet: Eugene Field
On the Death of Little Mahala Ashcraft “little haly! Little Haly!” cheeps the robin in the tree; “Little Haly!” sighs the clover, “Little Haly!” moans the bee; “Little Haly! Little Haly!” calls the kill-deer at twilight; And the katydids and crickets hollers “Haly!” all the night. The sunflowers and... Poet: James Whitcomb Riley	Little Orphant Annie Little orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay, An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away, An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep, An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep; An’ all us... Poet: James Whitcomb Riley

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