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Women have loved before as I love now;At least, in lively chronicles of the past—Of Irish waters by a Cornish prowOr Trojan waters by a Spartan mastMuch to their cost invaded—here and there,Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,I find…
Peril upon the paths of this desireLies like the natural darkness of the night,For me unpeopled; let him hence retireWhom as a child a shadow could affright;And fortune speed him from this dubious placeWhere roses blenched or blackened of their…
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled CrownI bit my fingers and was hard to please,Having shook disaster till the fruit fell downI feel tonight more happy and at ease:Feet running in the corridors, men quick—Buckling their sword-belts, bumping down the…
I know the face of Falsehood and her TongueHoneyed with unction, Plausible with guile,Are dear to men, whom count me not among,That owe their daily credit to her smile;Such have been succoured out of great distressBy her contriving, if accounts be…
Now by this moon, before this moon shall waneI shall be dead or I shall be with you!No moral concept can outweigh the painPast rack and wheel this absence puts me through;Faith, honour, pride, endurance, what the tonguesOf tedious men…
Gone in good sooth you are: not even in a dream You come. As if the strictures of the light, Laid on our glances to their disesteem, Extended even to shadows and the night; Extended even beyond that drowsy sill…
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thoughtThat the work’s done and the long day behind,And beauty, since ’tis paid for, can be bought.If in the moonlight from the silent boughSuddenly with precision…
My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,The pallid hare that runs before the dayHaving brought your earnest counsels to an endNow have I somewhat of my own to say:That it is folly to be sunk in love,And madness plain to…
Shall I be prisoner till my pulses stopTo hateful Love and drag his noisy chain,And bait my need with sugared crusts that dropFrom jeweled fingers neither kind nor clean?—Mewed in an airless cavern where a toadWould grieve to snap his…
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heartI took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,And lie disheveled in the grass apart,A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain,While rainy evening drips to misty night,And misty night to cloudy…