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Dante Gabriel Rossetti. (1828–1882) (continued)

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Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies?
Nay, who but infants question in such wise,
’T was one of my most intimate enemies.

Fragment.

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If the light is
It is because God said ‘Let there be light.’

At Sunrise.

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Thou fill’st from the wingèd chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-wingèd to its goal.

Mnemosyne.

William Allingham. (1824–1889)

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Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.

Ruined Chapel.

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Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Autumnal Sonnet.

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Autumn’s the mellow time.

The Winter Pear.

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Oh, bring again my heart’s content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

Song.

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    Scarcely a tear to shed;
  Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer’s day;
  Sweet Love is dead.

An Evening.

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Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.

Daffodil.

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Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

Lovely Mary Donnelly.

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    “O mother, mother, mak’ my bed
  To lay me down in sorrow.
My love has died for me to-day,
  I ’ll die for him to-morrow.”

Barbara Allen’s Cruelty from “Ballad Book.”