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"I thought I heard something move in the house"

© Lesbia Harford

I thought I heard something move in the house
When I was alone in bed.
And I was afraid . . . and I was afraid . . .
I lay—I quaked for dread.

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In David's "Child's Garden Of Verses"

© Sara Teasdale

The dearest child in all the world,
Should have the dearest songs,
And that is why this little book
To David-Boy belongs.

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I must remember now

© Robert Nichols

I must remember now how once I woke

To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,

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I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

© Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
  No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
  I never caused a thought of gloom
  A smile of joy since I was born

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In New Orleans

© Eugene Field

'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-
No lyric pitched in vaunting key, but just a requiem
Of blowing twenty dollars in by nine o'clock a.m.

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In Summer

© Madison Julius Cawein

When in dry hollows, hilled with hay,

  The vesper-sparrow sings afar;

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Impromptu In The Assize Court, Nottingham

© Horace Smith

Thanks for an hour of laughing

  In a world that is growing old;

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“In the street I met while walking”

© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen

In the street I met while walking
Death ... a sight that pleased me so,
auburn locks that told of summer
fair maid’s skin as white as snow.
‘Let me live’ I death requested
in my young heart’s pangs of woe!

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In The Oak

© Katharine Lee Bates

THE leaves and tassels of the oak

Were golden-green with May,

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In The Harbour: Chimes

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night

  Salute the passing hour, and in the dark

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I Apprehend You...

© Alexander Blok

I apprehend You. The years pass by -

Yet in constant form, I apprehend You.

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If The Sun Could Tell Us Half

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

If the sun could tell us half

That he hears and sees,

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I Shall Soon Fall Prey To Rot

© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov

I shall soon fall prey to rot.
Though it's hard to die, it's good to die;
I shall ask for no one's pity,
And there's no one who would pity me.

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In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship

© Alfred Tennyson

O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?

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In Nineveh.

© Robert Crawford

As he of Joppa sought to 'scape
The utterance of the given word,
And dared to get him from the Lord
In a ship down to Tarshish, — know

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It is not seemly to be famous...

© Boris Pasternak

It is not seemly to be famous:
Celebrity does not exalt;
There is no need to hoard your writings
And to preserve them in a vault.

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In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden

© Alexander Pope

Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,

And humble glories of the youthful Spring;

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In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years and S

© Anne Bradstreet

With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.

The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.

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Invitation

© Friedrich Rückert

Thou, thou art rest
  And peace of soul--
  Thou woundst the breast
  And makst it whole.

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I've Got My Fief

© Walther von der Vogelweide

I've got my fief, you world! A fief at last!
I shall not fear the February blast,
and petty barons can be flattered less.