Love Poems – Page 1311
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Her Christian Name. To The Same.
A VERY good fish, very good way of selling / A very bad thing, with a little bad spelling, / Make the name by the parson and godfather giv'n, … -
Her Creed
She stood before a chosen few, / With modest air and eyes of blue; / A gentle creature, in whose face … -
Her Epitaph
The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth, / Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul, / That, when she died, all recognized her birth, … -
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Her face was in a bed of hair, / Like flowers in a plot — / Her hand was whiter than the sperm … -
Her final Summer was it —
Her final Summer was it — / And yet We guessed it not — / If tenderer industriousness … -
Her Going
The wife / child, why do you linger beside her portal? / None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor. … -
Her Grace is all she has —
Her Grace is all she has — / And that, so least displays — / One Art to recognize, must be, … -
Her Guitar
By the fire that loves to tint her / Cheeks the color of a rose, / While the wanton winds of winter … -
Her Letter
I ’m sitting alone by the fire, / Dressed just as I came from the dance, / In a robe even you would admire,— … -
Her Likeness
A Girl, who has so many wilful ways / She would have caused Job’s patience to forsake him; / Yet is so rich in all that ’s girlhood’s praise, …
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