The Scholar poem My days among the Deal are past; Around me I behold, Where’er these…

HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the…

Into the sunshine, Full of the light, leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the…

Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you’ But when the leafes has trembling, The…

God, O my Good! Give me the tolerance, Mack me strong; You are the almighty, You…

Weavers, Weaving at breack of day, Why so you weave a garment so gay? We weave…

A fox was trotting on the day, And just above his head He saw a vine…

I have a little shadow That goes in and out with me, And what can be…

In form and feature, face and limb, I grew so like my brother, That folks got…

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be…

How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street,…