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IThere they are, my fifty men and womenNaming me the fifty poems finished!Take them, Love, the book and me together:Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also. IIRafael made a century of sonnets,Made and wrote them in a certain…
Shortly after the Revival of Learning in EuropeLet us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together.Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tetherSleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till cock-crow:Look out if…
Gr-r-r–there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do!If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s blood, would not mine kill you!What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims–Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? Hell dry you…
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!Sit and watch by her side an hour.That is her book-shelf, this her bed;She plucked that piece of geranium-flower,Beginning to die too, in the glass;Little has yet been changed, I think:The shutters are shut, no…
It once might have been, once only:We lodged in a street together,You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,I, a lone she-bird of his feather. Your trade was with sticks and clay,You thumbed, thrust, patted and polished,Then laughed “They will see…
Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you,So long as the world contains us both,Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My life is a fault at last, I fear:It seems too much…
Just for a handful of silver he left us,Just for a riband to stick in his coat—Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,Lost all the others she lets us devote;They, with the gold to give, doled him out…
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you?And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that,And you are living after,And the memory I started at—My…
Part I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,(If our loves remain)In an English lane,By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies.Hark, those two in the hazel coppice—A boy and a girl, if the good fates please,Making love, say,—The happier they!Draw…
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away;Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;“Here and here did England…