First linesMaria Lowell

1. A spirit is treading the earth, The Sick-Room
2. But one rude stone for him whose song The Grace of Keats
3. Her new-born child she holdeth, but feels within her heart The Slave-Mother
4. Here blooms the legend, fed by Time and Chance, Rouen, Place de la Pucelle
5. I love thee for thyself alone⁠—thyself alone; Sonnet
6. I love thee⁠—not because thy love for me, Sonnet
7. In the deep flushing of the Western sky, Sonnet
8. Oh bird, thou dartest to the sun Song
9. Oh, hue of the Mediterranean sea, Memories of Waters
10. She sat where the level sands Africa
11. Soft hangs the opiate in the brain, An Opium Fantasy
12. That was a fair one which a Queen Necklaces
13. The July day grew to a close, the fret of travel passed, Avignon
14. The sun had set, the city gates were passed, Rome
15. There goeth, with the early light, The Maiden’s Harvest
16. These rugged wintry days I scarce could bear, Sonnet
17. We saw fair Cadiz gleam out suddenly, Cadiz
18. We wreathed about our darling’s head the morning-glory bright; The Morning-Glory
19. When on my ear your loss was knelled, The Alpine Sheep
20. With patient hand Jesus in clay once wrought, Jesus and the Dove

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