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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…
I. So far as our story approaches the end,Which do you pity the most of us three?—My friend, or the mistress of my friendWith her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose,And seemed in…
I. That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of heaven, a planet small:Life was dead and so was light. II. Not a twinkle from the fly,Not a glimmer…
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lieOn mine, and mouth scarce able to affordSuppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more…
I. Oh, what a dawn of day!How the March sun feels like May!All is blue againAfter last night’s rain,And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.Only, my Love’s away!I’d as lief that the blue were grey, II. Runnels, which rillets swell,Must be…
The rain set early in to-night,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its worst to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the…