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The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine, The wide reach of bay and…


Twohundredthirtysix

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at…


Twohundredthirtyfive

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will…


Twohundredthirtyfour

She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came…


Twohundredthirtythree

The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…


Twohundredthirtytwo

Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only…


Twohundredthirtyone

There have been times I cannot hide, There have been times when this…


Twohundredthirty

And, as his strength       Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim…


Twohundredtwentynine

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling:…


Twohundredtwentyeight

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When…