Poems by Henry Cuyler Bunner
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Forty
... The boys heart yearns for freedom, he walks hand-in-hand with pleasure ...
Behold the Deeds!
... Jones! Yea! She forgets the arm that was wont to go ...
Just a Love Letter
... I thought twould never come the Spring ...
The Chaperon
... And the gilded youth who owns the box, ...
Feminine
... My neck and cried, "Love, we have lost a year!" ...
The Way To Arcady
... My song goes straight to one who stands,- ...
Deaf
... Though with such sounds as suppliants may have sent ...
Janiveer in March
... I had rather your pale cheek reddened ...
Forfeits
... And thenthough why I cant decide ...
Triumph
... For the space of a heart-beat fluttered her breath, ...
The Light
... This light, this light, through all the years to be ...
The Red Box at Vesey Street
... Pauls, Through her grand window looking down ...
The Future of the Classics
... From Sallust. With feminine scorn no fair Vassar-bred lass at us ...
Only Love May Lead Love In
... But Love goes in with Follys dress ...
Farewell to Salvini
... These that the Spring has yet but coyly kist ...
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