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Birds at Winter Nightfall (Triolet)

 Around the house the flakes fly faster, 
And all the berries now are gone 
From holly and cotoneaster 
Around the house. The flakes fly!--faster 
Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster 
We used to see upon the lawn 
Around the house. The flakes fly faster, 
And all the berries now are gone!...Read more of this...

LAdieu

 J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps Brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends...Read more of this...

Winter in Durnover Field

 Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and 
frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about thereon, 
and wistfully eyeing the surface. Wind keen from north-east: sky a 
dull grey. 

(Triolet) 

Rook.--Throughout the field I find no grain; 
 The cruel frost encrusts the cornland! 
Starling.--Aye: patient pecking now is vain 
 Throughout the field,...Read more of this...

The Coquette and After (Triolets)

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For long the cruel wish I knew 
That your free heart should ache for me 
While mine should bear no ache for you; 
For, long--the cruel wish!--I knew 
How men can feel, and craved to view 
My triumph--fated not to be 
For long! . . . The cruel wish I knew 
That your free heart should ache for...Read more of this...

At a Hasty Wedding

 If hours be years the twain are blest, 
For now they solace swift desire 
By bonds of every bond the best, 
If hours be years. The twain are blest 
Do eastern stars slope never west, 
Nor pallid ashes follow fire: 
If hours be years the twain are blest, 
For now they solace swift desire....Read more of this...

Genial Impulse

 THUS roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes,
Now serious am, now seek to please;
Now love and hate in turn one sees;
The motives now are those, now these;
Now nothings, now realities.
Thus roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes.

 1810....Read more of this...

A Triolet

 Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet. 
It makes bad writers somewhat worse: 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
That fall beneath a reader's curse, 
It is the feeblest jingle yet. 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet....Read more of this...

Birdcage Walk

 When the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her veil
From the woes I bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn pale....Read more of this...

How Great My Grief (Triolet)

 How great my grief, my joys how few, 
Since first it was my fate to know thee! 
- Have the slow years not brought to view 
How great my grief, my joys how few, 
Nor memory shaped old times anew, 
 Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee 
How great my grief, my joys how few, 
 Since first it...Read more of this...

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