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Dana Burnet
Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
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Heinrich Heine
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
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Joaquin Miller pseudonym of Cincinnatus Hiner Miller
The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow. - Joaquin Miller pseudonym of Cincinnatus Hiner Miller,
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Richard Hengist Horne
Far out at sea,--the sun was high, While veer'd the wind and flapped the sail, We saw a snow-white butterfly Dancing before the fitful gale, Far out at sea.
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Thomas Haynes Bayly
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
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William Wordsworth
Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart.
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