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| 3232. | The Pipes At Lucknow by John Greenleaf Whittier | | Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
The treble of the rills!
Not the braes of bloom and heath... |
| 3233. | The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier | | Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With... |
| 3234. | The Worship of Nature by John Greenleaf Whittier | | The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
And prayer is made, and pr... |
| 3235. | Work Without Hope by Samuel Coleridge | | All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears o... |
| 3236. | Epigram by Samuel Coleridge | | Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.... |
| 3237. | This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison by Samuel Coleridge | | Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet ... |
| 3239. | Despair by Samuel Coleridge | | I have experienc'd
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst
That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
With whisper'd Discontents the dying... |
| 3240. | The Eolian Harp by Samuel Coleridge | | (Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire)
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot,... |
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