Love Poems – Page 3276
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To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, / What must the Midnights — be! -
To Youth
Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth? / With wing at either shoulder, / And smile that never left thy mouth … -
To-morrow
From the Spanish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / LORD, what am I, that, with unceasing care, / Thou didst seek after me,—that Thou didst wait, … -
To-night
Bend low, O dusky Night, / And give my spirit rest. / Hold me to your deep breast, … -
To*** Kern
I keep in mind that magic moment: / When you appeared before my eyes / Like ghost, like fleeting apparition, … -
Toast champêtre
Mai, qu’avait jusqu’alors désolé le vent aigre, / Mai, frileux sous les fleurs, en habit de vinaigre, / S’était enfui, Joyeux, dans le ciel enchanté, … -
Toast funèbre
Ô de notre bonheur, toi, le fatal emblème ! / Salut de la démence et libation blême, / Ne crois pas qu’au magique espoir du corridor … -
Toby Tosspot
ALAS! what pity ’t is that regularity, / Like Isaac Shove’s, is such a rarity! / But there are swilling wights in London town, … -
Tocados de otros días
¡Tocados de otros días, / mustios encajes y marchitas sedas; / salterios arrumbados, … -
Todas las campanas con eco pausado
øøø / Todas las campanas con eco pausado / Doblaron a muerto: …
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