Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
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Ashes of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike
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Assault by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
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Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
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Ebb by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know what my heart is like
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First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends
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God's World by Edna St. Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough
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Hearing your words and not a word among them (Sonnet XXXVI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hearing your words, and not a word among them
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Humoresque by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know I am but summer to your heart
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I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet XI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I shall forget you presently, my dear
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I think I should have loved you presently (Sonnet IX) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I think I should have loved you presently
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I, Being born a Woman and Distressed (Sonnet XLI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, being born a woman and distressed
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Inert Perfection by Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Inert Perfection, let me chip your shell
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Intention to Escape from Him by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial
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Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
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Modern Declaration by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered
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Passer Mortuus Est by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Death devours all lovely things
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Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry
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Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
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Second Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
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She Is Overheard Singing by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, Prue she has a patient man
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Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay
To what purpose, April, do you return again
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The Plaid Dress by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Strong sun, that bleach
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The Suicide by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
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Thursday by Edna St. Vincent Millay
And if I loved you Wednesday
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Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
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To a Young Poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
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Wild Swans by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over
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Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
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