The dews of summer nighte did falle, The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle, And manye an oake that grewe therebye.
This is a most interesting paper,David
There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some other shore,And bright in heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore.
Windflattening its gaunt furious self againstthe naked siding, knifing in the woundsof time, pausing to tear aside the lastold scab of paint.
ARGUMENTAddress to the evening star
I leev' me turty year alone; Dat ees a lonely life--A bachelor, dat's wat dey call De man who has no wife.
A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX.
Spider! Spider! hid from sightTill some hapless fly alight,What fore-thoughtful brain and eyeFashion'd thy web's nice symmetry?
There's a green hollow where a river singsSilvering the torn grass in its glittering flight,And where the sun from the proud mountain flingsFire and the little valley brims with light.
UP those Museum steps you came,And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie !
When did you start your tricksMonsieur?
Version 1 (1913)1.2Lifted, grasping the golden light1.3Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves1.4 To my heart's delight?
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