Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
...
My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
...
I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
...
'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be.
...
Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
...
A rose has thorns as well as honey,
I'll not have her for love or money;
An iris grows so straight and fine,
...
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
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New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
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If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once
...
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
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