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Boycott.
Oh! your idle hopes!
It is as if you'd mock me. They were mine.
I shaped them for myself - such pretty dreams!
Like what one sees in clouds - and then the wind,
The lightest breeze that scarce can stir a leaf,
Will float them into nothings. Why, you give
My folly a clear voice, and make me laugh
To think how crookedly its answer falls
To the plain question of my wretchedness.
He does forgive me, has no rancour left,
Has quite forgotten bitterness and blame,
Doubtless would pity me if he but cared
To know if I am sorry or content -
He'd pity me out of his chivalry,
Because I am a woman. But he looks
Unmoved upon me, doubtless would allow
"Her face is fair, she has an easy grace,
Was most attractive, though now something worn;"
And there's an end of it. I am to him
At most the faded picture of a girl
Whom he once wished for but could teach himself
To do without, and so for that, because
All memory which is not pain is sweet,
And for the courtesy of gentlemen
To well-bred women, he'll sit by my side
And chat a little, give a gracious laugh
At my tart sayings, talk of the last news,
Ask some one sitting near if he agrees
With Lady Boycott's judgment on the point,
And go to be as civil to the next
Upon his list of dull acquaintances.
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A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
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Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
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The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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