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Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.
Topic: Easter
Source: Easter Carol
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One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
Topic: Evening
Source: Twilight Calm
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I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
Topic: Honeysuckles
Source: The Honeysuckle
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The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
Topic: Larks
Source: Bird Raptures
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O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad, blue sky,
Too fearless in thy winging,
Too gladsome in thy singing,
Thou also soon shalt lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.
Topic: Larks
Source: Gone Forever (st. 2)
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Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
We are as they;
Like them we fade away
As doth a leaf.
Topic: Mortality
Source: Consider
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The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Bird Raptures
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Hark! that's the nightingale,
Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes answered when her song was sung
In the first wooded vale.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Twilight Calm (st. 7)
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The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Twilight Calm (st. 7)
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The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Topic: Paradise
Source: Saints and Angels (st. 10)
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We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
Topic: Perseverance
Source: Amor Mundi
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Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
Their branches spread a city to the air.
Topic: Pigeons
Source: From House to Home (st. 7)
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Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of subtile virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
Topic: Poppies
Source: "Consider the Lilies of the Field"
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Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town.
Topic: Summer
Source: Summer
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It's surely summer. for there's a swallow:
Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Topic: Swallows
Source: A Bird Song (st. 2)
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There goes the swallow,--
Could we but follow!
Hasty swallow, stay,
Point us out the way;
Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.
Topic: Swallows
Source: Songs in a Cornfield (st. 7)
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Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.
Topic: Sympathy
Source: Somewhere or Other
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The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
Topic: Violets
Source: "Consider the Lilies of the Field" (l. 13)
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In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.
Topic: Winter
Source: A Christmas Carol
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