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Oh intolerable life which all life long Abidest haunted by one dread of death— Is such life life ? When one considereth,Then black seems almost white, and discord song.Alas this solitude where swarms a throng! Life slowly grows, and dwindles…
I toiled on, but thou Wast weary of the way, And so we parted: now Who shall sayWhich is happier—I or thou? I am weary now On the solitary way: But art thou rested, thou? Who shall sayWhich of us…
Still sometimes in my secret heart of hearts I say “Cor mio” when I remember you, And thus I yield us both one tender dueWelding one whole of two divided parts.Ah Friend, too wise or unwise for such arts, Ah…
A is the Alphabet, A at its head; A is an Antelope, agile to run.B is the Baker Boy bringing the bread, Or black Bear and brown Bear, both begging for bun.C is a Cornflower come with the corn; C…
Common Holly bears a berryTo make Christmas Robins merry:—Golden Holly bears a rose,Unfolding at October’s closeTo cheer an old Friend’s eyes and nose.
“O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood.” D.G. RossettiTwo gazed into a pool, he gazed and she, Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think, Pale and reluctant on the water’s brink,As on the brink of parting…
Remember, if I claim too much of you, I claim it of my brother and my friend: Have patience with me till the hidden end,Bitter or sweet, in mercy shut from view.Pay me my due; though I to pay your…
Love hath a name of Death He gives a breath And takes away.Lo we, beneath his sway, Grow like a flower; To bloom an hour, To droop a day, And fade away.
Oh what comes over the sea,Shoals and quicksands past:And what comes home to me,Sailing slow, sailing fast? A wind comes over the seaWith a moan in its blast:But nothing comes home to me,Sailing slow, sailing fast. Let me be, let…
I weary of my lifeThrough the long sultry day,While happy creatures playTheir harmless lives away:— What is my life?I weary of my lifeThrough the slow tedious night,While, earth and heaven’s delight,The moon walks forth in white:— What is my life?If…