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Unwritten Poems Fairy spirits of the breeze— Frailer nothing is than these. Fancies born we know not where— In the heart or in the air; Wandering echoes blown unsought From far crystal peaks of thought; Shadows, fading at the dawn, Ghosts of feeling dead... Poet: William Winter	Poems Received in Response to an Advertised Call for a National Anthem National Anthem By H. W. L——, of Cambridge BACK in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch Over the sea-ribbed land of the fleet-footed Norsemen, Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the heavens,— Ursa, the noblest of all Vikings and... Poet: Robert Henry Newell	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Another Spring If I might see another Spring I'd not plant summer flowers and wait: I'd have my crocuses at once, My leafless pink mezereons, My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet My white or azure violet, Leaf... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/An Apple Gathering I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I... Poet:
Poems of Passion/"The Beautiful Blue Danube" They drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes; Like waves of that mighty river, The strains of the "Danube" rise. They float on its rhythmic measure Like leaves on a summer... Poet:	Poems of Passion/The Beautiful Land of Nod Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful Land of Nod. Away from life's hurry and flurry and worry, Away from earth's shadows... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/A Better Resurrection I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break" I will accept thy will to do and be, Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that burns within And thirsteth after Me: So will I render fruitful, blessing still, The germs and... Poet:
Poems of Passion/The Common Lot It is a common fate—a woman's lot— To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot Repay the interest, and much less the whole. As I look up into your eyes and wait ... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/The Convent Threshold There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; And blood's a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of... Poet:

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