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Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow May thy unwithering soul not cease to burn, Still may thine heart with those pure thoughts o'erflow Which force from mine such quick and warm return.
So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate -- Would a Smile's minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the Guinea Look -- if She...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,-- Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone Some _name_ arrests the passer-by; Thus, when thou view'st this page alone, May _mine_ attract thy pensive eye!
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO. Kissing Helena, together With my kiss, my soul beside it Came to my lips, and there I kept it,-- For the poor thing had wandered thither, To follow where the kiss should guide it, Oh, cruel I, to intercept it!
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection: For, bless...
I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me -- Almost a loneliness.
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap -- Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn't keep They storm the Earth and stun the...
I would not wish the burning blaze Of fame around a restless world, The thunder and the storm of praise In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier -- If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day...
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown -- Who ponders this tremendous scene --...
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the Mole: Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? Or Love in a golden bowl?
Undue Significance a starving man attaches To Food -- Far off -- He sighs -- and therefore -- Hopeless -- And therefore -- Good --...
Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart From its present pathway part not; Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise.
"Away, away,--your flattering arts May now betray some simpler hearts; And _you_ will _smile_ at their believing, And _they_ shall _weep_ at your deceiving."
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet-basil and mignonette? Embleming love and health, which never yet In the same wreath might be. Alas, and they are wet! Is it with thy kisses or thy tears?
I am drunk with the honey wine Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in The...
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who testify it Deny that I...
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO. Thou wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled;-- Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead.
Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In...