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POETICAL PATCHWORK.

I only know she came and went
Lowell. Like troutlets in a pool;
Hood. She was a phantom of delight,
Wordsworth. And I was like a fool!
Eastman. “One kiss, dear maid,” I said and sighed,
Coleridge. “Out of those lips unshorn!”
Longfellow. She shook her ringlets round her head,
Stoddard. And laughed in merry scorn.
Tennyson. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
Tennyson. You hear them, oh my heart?
Alice Carey. “'T is twelve at night by the castle clock,
Coleridge. Beloved, we must part!”
Alice Carey. “Come back, come back,” she cried in grief,
Campbell. “My eyes are dim with tears—
Bayard Taylor. How shall I live through all the days,
Mrs. Osgood. All through a hundred years!”
T. S. Perry. 'T was in the prime of summer time
Hood. She blest me with her hand,
Hoyt. We strayed together, deeply blest,
Mrs. Edwards. Into the Dreaming Land.
Cornwall. The laughing bridal roses blow
Patmore. To dress her dark-brown hair,
Bayard Taylor. No maiden may with her compare,
Brailsford. Most beautiful, most rare!
Read. I clasped it on her sweet cold hand,
Browning. The precious golden link,
Alex. Smith. I calmed her fears and she was calm,—
Coleridge. “Drink, pretty creature, drink!”
Wordsworth. And so I won my Genevieve,
Coleridge. And walked in Paradise,
Hervey. The fairest thing that ever grew
Wordsworth. Atween me and the skies!
Tennyson.