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• “Take the world as it is”

  Take the world as it is!—there are good and bad in it,
  And good and bad will be from now to the end;
  And they, who expect to make saints in a minute, …

  Charles Swain

• “Eros is missing”

  From the Greek by Charles Whibley
  EROS is missing. In the early morn
  Forth from his bed the rascal took his flight. …

  Meleager of Gadara

• A Violet in her Hair

  A Violet in her lovely hair,
  A rose upon her bosom fair!
  But O, her eyes …

  Charles Swain

• Rosalynd

  Like to the clear in highest sphere
  Where all imperial glory shines:
  Of selfsame color is her hair, …

  Thomas Lodge

• Disdain Returned

  He that loves a rosy cheek,
  Or a coral lip admires,
  Or from starlike eyes doth seek …

  Thomas Carew

• To a Lady admiring Herself in a Looking-Glass

  Fair lady, when you see the grace
  Of beauty in your looking-glass;
  A stately forehead, smooth and high, …

  Thomas Randolph

• “Phillis is my only joy”

  Phillis is my only joy
  Faithless as the wind or seas;
  Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, …

  Sir Charles Sedley

• A Vision of Beauty

  It was a beauty that I saw,—
  So pure, so perfect, as the frame
  Of all the universe were lame …

  Ben Jonson

• To the Princess Lucretia

  From London Magazine
  THY unripe youth seemed like the purple rose
  That to the warm ray opens not its breast, …

  Torquato Tasso

• My Lady

  From the Italian by Charles Eliot Norton
  SO gentle and so gracious doth appear
  My lady when she giveth her salute, …

  Dante Alighieri

• Vision of a Fair Woman

  From Elizabeth A. Sharp’s “Lyra Celtica”
  TELL us some of the charms of the stars:
  Close and well set were her ivory teeth; …

  From the Ancient Erse

• The Girl of Cadiz

  Oh, never talk again to me
  Of northern climes and British ladies;
  It has not been your lot to see …

  Lord Byron

• “I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden”

  I Fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;
  Thou needest not fear mine;
  My spirit is too deeply laden …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• A Budget of Paradoxes

  Child in thy beauty; empress in thy pride;
  Sweet and unyielding as the summer’s tide;
  Starlike to tremble, starlike to abide. …

  John Martley

• Love Dissembled

  From “As You Like It,” Act III. Sc. 5.
  THINK not I love him, though I ask for him;
  ’T is but a peevish boy:—yet he talks well;— …

  William Shakespeare

• 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, …

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• Verses written in an Album

  Here is one leaf reserved for me,
  From all thy sweet memorials free;
  And here my simple song might tell …

  Thomas Moore

• The White Rose

  Sent by a Yorkish Lover to His Lancastrian Mistress
  IF this fair rose offend thy sight,
  Placed in thy bosom bare, …

  Anonymous

• Song: “Ask me no more where Jove bestows”

  Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
  When June is past, the fading rose;
  For in your beauty’s orient deep, …

  Thomas Carew

• “Whenas in silks my Julia goes”

  Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
  Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowes
  That liquefaction of her clothes. …

  Robert Herrick

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