Love comes to all soon or late,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad,
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Louisa May Alcott
As A.M. Barnard: Behind a Mask, or a Woman's Power (1866)The Abbot's Ghost, or Maurice Treherne's Temptation (1867)A Long Fatal Love Chase (1866 – first published 1995)First published anonymously:A Modern Mephistopheles (1877)Louisa May Alcott was born in Ger…
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I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty
'I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;I woke, and found that life was duty.
In The Garret
Four little chests all in a row,Dim with dust, and worn by time,
Clover-Blossom
In a quiet, pleasant meadow,Beneath a summer sky,
To The First Born
WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
My Doves
OPPOSITE my chamber window,On the sunny roof, at play,
