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IRoom after room,I hunt the house throughWe inhabit together.Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind herLeft in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:Yon looking-glass gleamed at the…
Among these latter busts we count by scores,Half-emperors and quarter-emperors,Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest,Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,—One loves a baby face, with violets there,Violets instead of laurel in the hair,As those were all the little…
Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit,Mere imitation of the inimitable:In heaven we have the real and true and sure.’Tis there they neither marry nor are givenIn marriage but are as the angels: right,Oh how right that is, how like…
Out of your whole life give but one moment!All of your life that has gone before,All to come after it,—so you ignore,So you make perfect the present,—condense,In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,Thought and feeling and soul and sense—Merged…
[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene:It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth,Hath three skins glued together, is all Greek,And goeth from Epsilon down to Mu:Lies second in the surnamed Chosen Chest,Stained and conserved with juice of terebinth,Covered with cloth…
SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence,So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evidence!To help Art-study,—for some doleOf certain wretched shillings,—youInduce a woman—virgin too—To strip and stand stark naked? HE: True. SHE: Nor feel you…
You saw go up and down Valladolid,A man of mark, to know next time you saw.His very serviceable suit of blackWas courtly once and conscientious still,And many might have worn it, though none did:The cloak that somewhat shone and showed…
New Year’s Day at Asolo in the Trevisan Scene.—A large mean airy chamber. A girl, Pippa, from the Silk-mills, springing out of bed. Day!Faster and more fast,O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brimWhere spurting…
You in the flesh and here— Your very self! Now, wait!One word! May I hope or fear? Must I speak in love or hate?Stay while I ruminate!The fact and each circumstance Dare you disown? Not you!That vast dome, that huge…
Here’s my case. Of old I used to love him.This same unseen friend, before I knew:Dream there was none like him, none above him,–Wake to hope and trust my dream was true. Loved I not his letters full of beauty?Not…