Days Off
Days Too Short 84
Days after, so I in a sort deserve to
Days alone count;
Days and Dreams Cloth, gilt top, $1.00
Days and days float by.
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Days and nights have I been swimming,
Days and nights in quick succession;
Days and nights of endless quest,
Days and nights to swim and wander,
Days and nights with waking pain;
Days and weeks and months they sped,
Days and years fleet on, yet never
Days and years; and Time
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Days are so short and there's so much to do,
Days arn't allus weddin days,
Days at a stretch; and neighbers say
Days better drawn before, or else assume
Days brightly came and calmly went,
Days came and went; and now returned again
Days come and days go, and she watches the strife
Days darken and rise.
Days dawn on us that make amends for many
Days dear and far death touches, and draws them nigh,
Days fled with no light upon any
Days flew;--ah, soon I could discern
Days *** wa'm an' wa'mah,
Days glided by, this mirage cheating all;
Days grow briefer, sunshine rare;
Days had not only sped but galloped on,
Days happy as the gold coin could invent
Days in the bright Spring weather,
Days lay she in that state unchanged, though chill--
Days long ago, when in her eyes
Days long agone!
Days long agone.
Days long gone by!
Days marvellously fair,
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
Days more glad than their flight was fleet.
Days nearly o'er, might be disposed to riot,
Days not dark at thy side;
Days o' long ago._
Days of April, airs of Eden,
Days of April, airs of Eden.
Days of Gorbechev, the radio speaks of,
Days of Vanity
Days of a mother's fondness to her child,
Days of absence, I am weary;
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
Days of dark and days of fair
Days of days! Unmarked it rose,
Days of delight, and still unfading love;
Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun,
Days of glory and of triumph,
Days of industry and labor,
Days of my age,
Days of my youth,
Days of old, a long farewell!
Days of our age thou comest, or we win 580
Days of passive somnolence,
Days of plenty and years of peace,
Days of plenty and years of peace;
Days of pride and exultation.
Days of rustic simple manners,
Days of small fee and parsimonious praise;
Days of summer-coloured seas
Days of sweet leisure, taxed with patient thought
Days of terror, years of trial,
Days of the Month Unknown
Days of the future, prophetic days,--
Days of the mythical heroes of yore,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Days on the hillside and nights in the House,
Days painfully drag their slow burden along;
Days passed away; Maria slept
Days passed. The golden summer
Days passed; and still beside her tomb
Days passed; each morning saw the maiden stand,
Days roll along, and Otho's wounds are healed,
Days shall fly on, and he forget to take
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer,
Days that come dancing on fraught with delights,
Days that flew swiftly like the band
Days that have been, days that have fallen cold!
Days that have no pity and the nights without a tear
Days that need borrow
Days that seem farther off than Homer's now
Days that were tuned to a note of pain.
Days that will ne'er return again.
Days that, in spite
Days there were when he who sings
Days to doze and doze,
Days to follow after,
Days vanished in the beauty of belief.
