And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
- Loveliest of Trees by Alfred Housman
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And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
-Break, Break, Break by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending:-
-The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
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Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
-Why So Pale and Wan, Find Lover? by Sir John Suckling
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My lines and life are free; free as the road,
Loose as the wind, as large as store.
Shall I be still in suit?
Have I no harvest but a thorn
-The Collar by George Herbert
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Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
-Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes by Ben Jonson
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Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
- Adieu, Farewell, Earth's Bliss by Thomas Nashe
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And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and coldand the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
-Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
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He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
- Mending Wall by Robert Frost
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