Poems with rhymes of fare

Sufficed and grateful, to her household care
Should she betake her then,—I fieldward fare

"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.
At dusk he harries the Abazai -- at dawn he is into Bonair,
But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,

What though 'tis but rustic fare,
May each guardian angel protect his shed,
May contentment and quiet be there.

And gave him just my usual fare;
He ate his fill of what was there,

Are heroes; they who higher fare,
And, flying, fan the upper air,

When though you supped on sorry fare,
You nectar seemed with gods to share.

For skimming in the wake it mock'd the care
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare ;

(Nor shall we, like old Homer, care
To versify their bill of fare)

Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare,

After his guize did cast abroad to fare;
And theretoo gan his furnitures prepare.

Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare

Watching the silent air;
The seeds and roots in Earth
Were swelling for summer fare;

Water or wood or air,
But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye,
Where you and I will fare!

So desolat stod Thebes and so bare
That no wight coude remedie of his fare.

Him ample fare;
He lived without a crave,
Without a care.

Gilded toys, and costly fare,
Would not make the little crowd
Half so happy as they are.

I know not where
We two may fare:

Should he upon an evening ramble fare
With forehead to the soothing breezes bare,

To sanguine perils to penurious care
To scanty cloathing and precarious fare

But my Knight of the shining mail is there,
And his eyes are bright and he bids me dare:
So into the Dark let's boldly fare,