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The Angler Rose, he Took His Rod

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Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read

Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse

My Heart, when First the Black-Bird Sings

I Dreamed of Forest Alleys Fair

St. Martin's Summer

The Old Chimaeras, Old Receipts

The Vanquished Knight

To the Commissioners of Northern Lights

The Relic Taken, what Avails the Shrine

About the Sheltered Garden Ground

After Reading "Antony and Cleopatra"

I Know Not How, but as I Count

The Summer Sun Shone Round Me

You Looked So Tempting in the Pew

Love's Vicissitudes

Stout Marches Lead to Certain Ends

Away with Funeral Music

Had I the Power that have the Will

O Dull Cold Northern Sky

Apologetic Postscript of a Year Later

This Gloomy Northern Day

The Wind is Without There and Howls in the Trees

A Valentine's Song

Hail! Childish Slaves of Social Rules

Swallows Travel to and Fro

To Mesdames Zassetsky and Garschine

To Madame Garschine

Music at the Villa Marina

Fear Not, Dear Friend, but Freely Live Your Days

Let Love Go, If Go she Will

I Do Not Fear to Own Me Kin

I Am Like One that for Long Days had Sate

On Now, Although the Year Be Done

In the Green and Gallant Spring

Death, to the Dead for Evermore

To Charles Baxter

I who All the Winter Through

Love, what is Love

Soon Our Friends Perish

As One who Having Wandered All Night Long

Strange are the Ways of Men

The Wind Blew Shrill and Smart

Man Sails the Deep Awhile

The Cock's Clear Voice into the Clearer Air

Now when the Number of My Years

What Man May Learn, what Man May Do

Small is the Trust when Love is Green

Know You the River Near to Grez

It's Forth Across the Roaring Foam

An English Breeze

As in Their Flight the Birds of Song

To Mrs. Macmarland

To Miss Cornish

Tales of Arabia

Behold, as Goblins Dark of Mien

Still I Love to Rhyme

Long Time I Lay in Little Ease

Flower God, God of the Spring

Come, My Beloved, Hear from Me

Since Years Ago for Evermore

Envoy for "A Child's Garden of Verses"

For Richmond's Garden Wall

Hail, Guest, and Enter Freely!

Lo, Now, My Guest

So Live, So Love, So Use that Fragile Hour

Before this Little Gift was Come

Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase

My Love was Warm

Dedicatory Poem for "Underwoods"

Home, My Little Children, Here are Songs for You

Come from the Daisied Meadows

Early in the Morning I Hear on Your Piano

Fair Isle at Sea

Loud and Low in the Chimney

I Love to Be Warm by the Red Fireside

At Last she Comes

Mine Eyes Were Swift to Know Thee

Fixed is the Doom

Men are Heaven's Piers

The Angler Rose, he Took His Rod

To what Shall I Compare Her

When the Sun Comes After Rain

To Friends at Home

I, Whom Apollo Sometime Visited

Tempest Tossed and Sore Afflicted

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The Angler Rose, he Took His Rod

THE angler rose, he took his rod,

He kneeled and made his prayers to God.

The living God sat overhead:

The angler tripped, the eels were fed

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