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I do not love Thee

I DO not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, …

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Letty's Globe

When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,
And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere …

Charles Tennyson Turner
For Annie

Thank Heaven! the crisis—
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness …

Edgar Allan Poe
Old Song

Tis a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds …

Edward Fitzgerald
Mariana

With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Lady of Shalott

Part I
ON either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye, …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Miller's Daughter

It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Song of the Lotos-Eaters

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
St. Agnes' Eve

Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven like vapour goes: …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Blow, Bugle, blow

the splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes, …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
From 'In Memoriam'

I
fair ship, that from the Italian shore
Sailest the placid ocean-plains …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Maud

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud, …

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Shadows

They seem'd, to those who saw them meet,
The casual friends of every day;
Her smile was undisturb'd and sweet, …

Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton
The Bride

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Cean Dubh Deelish

Put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance, …

Sir Samuel Ferguson
Cashel of Munster

I'd wed you without herds, without money or rich array,
And I'd wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray;
My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away …

Sir Samuel Ferguson
The Fair Hills of Ireland

A PLENTEOUS place is Ireland for hospitable cheer,
Uileacan dubh O!
Where the wholesome fruit is bursting from the yellow barley ear; …

Sir Samuel Ferguson
Song from 'Paracelsus'

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes …

Robert Browning
The Wanderers

Over the sea our galleys went,
With cleaving prows in order brave
To a speeding wind and a bounding wave— …

Robert Browning
Thus the Mayne glideth

Thus the Mayne glideth
Where my Love abideth;
Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds …

Robert Browning