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• “Not ours the vows”

  Not ours the vows of such as plight
  Their troth in sunny weather,
  While leaves are green and skies are bright, …

  Bernard Barton

• Laodamia

  “with sacrifice, before the rising morn,
  Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
  And from th’ infernal gods, ’mid shades forlorn …

  William Wordsworth

• “Till death us part”

  “TILL death us part,”
  Thus speaks the heart
  When each to each repeats the words of doom; …

  Arthur Penrhyn Stanley

• The Old Man Dreams

  O For one hour of youthful joy!
  Give back my twentieth spring!
  I ’d rather laugh a bright-haired boy …

  Oliver Wendell Holmes

• The Palm and the Pine

  From the German by Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton
  BENEATH an Indian palm a girl
  Of other blood reposes; …

  Heinrich Heine

• Cumnor Hall

  [Said to have been the suggestive origin of Scott’s “Kenilworth”]
  THE DEWS of summer night did fall;
  The moon, sweet regent of the sky, …

  William Julius Mickle

• Lady Ann Bothwell’s Lament

  A Scottish Song
  BALOW, my babe, ly stil and sleipe!
  It grieves me sair to see thee weipe; …

  Anonymous

• “My heid is like to rend, Willie”

  My heid is like to rend, Willie,
  My heart is like to break;
  I ’m wearin’ aff my feet, Willie, …

  William Motherwell

• A Woman’s Love

  A Sentinel angel, sitting high in glory,
  Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
  “Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story! …

  John Hay

• “Has summer come without the rose?”

  Has summer come without the rose,
  Or left the bird behind?
  Is the blue changed above thee, …

  Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

• The Dirty Old Man

  A Lay of Leadenhall
  [A singular man, named Nathaniel Bentley, for many years kept a large hardware-shop in Leadenhall Street, London. He was best know as Dirty Dick (Dick, for alliteration’s sake, probably), and his place of business as the Dirty Warehouse. He died about the year 1809. These vers…

  William Allingham

• Home, Wounded

  Wheel me into the sunshine,
  Wheel me into the shadow,
  There must be leaves on the woodbine, …

  Sydney Dobell

• To Diane de Poitiers

  From the French by Louise Stuart Costello
  FAREWELL! since vain is all my care,
  Far, in some desert rude, …

  Clément Marot

• Woman’s Inconstancy

  I Loved thee once, I ’ll love no more,
  Thine be the grief as is the blame;
  Thou art not what thou wast before, …

  Sir Robert Ayton

• Time’s Revenge

  From the Greek by Robert Bland
  SHE, who but late in beauty’s flower was seen,
  Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien— …

  Agathias

• “Alas! how light a cause”

  From “The Light of the Harem”
  ALAS! how light a cause may move
  Dissension between hearts that love! …

  Thomas Moore

• Blighted Love

  From the Portuguese by Lord Strangford
  FLOWERS are fresh, and bushes green,
  Cheerily the linnets sing; …

• The Portrait

  Midnight past! Not a sound of aught
  Through the silent house, but the wind at his prayers.
  I sat by the dying fire, and thought …

  E. Robert Bulwer, Lord Lytton

• Only a Woman

  “She loves with love that cannot tire:
  And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
  Through passionate duty love flames higher, …

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• Dorothy in the Garret

  In the low-raftered garret, stooping
  Carefully over the creaking boards,
  Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping …

  John Townsend Trowbridge

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