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All, that I knowOf a certain starIs, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blueTill my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star that dartles the red and the blue!Then it stops like…
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou—Who art all truth, and who dost love me nowAs thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say—Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me stillA whole long life through, had but…
I. The grey sea and the long black land;And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves that leapIn fiery ringlets from their sleep,As I gain the cove with pushing prow,And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.…
Never any more,While I live,Need I hope to see his faceAs before.Once his love grown chill,Mine may strive:Bitterly we re-embrace,Single still. II. Was it something said,Something done,Vexed him? was it touch of hand,Turn of head?Strange! that very wayLove begun:I as…
I. Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick,By famous Hanover city;The river Weser, deep and wide,Washes its wall on the southern side;A pleasanter spot you never spied;But, when begins my ditty,Almost five hundred years ago,To see the townsfolk suffer soFrom vermin, was a…
But do not let us quarrel any more,No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?I’ll work then for your friend’s friend, never fear,Treat…
NO more wine? then we’ll push back chairs and talk.A final glass for me, though: cool, i’ faith!We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.It’s different, preaching in basilicas,And doing duty in some masterpieceLike this of brother Pugin’s, bless…
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripesOf labdanum, and aloe-balls,Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesFrom out her hair: such balsam fallsDown sea-side mountain pedestals,From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,Spent with the vast and howling main,To treasure half their island-gain. And…
I. How well I know what I mean to doWhen the long dark autumn-evenings come:And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue?With the music of all thy voices, dumbIn life’s November too! II. I shall be found by the fire,…
I. So, I shall see her in three daysAnd just one night, but nights are short,Then two long hours, and that is morn.See how I come, unchanged, unworn!Feel, where my life broke off from thine,How fresh the splinters keep and…