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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
To her derided Home				To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came — She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's Name — Bestowed a summer long Upon a frameless flower — Then swept as lightly from disdain As Lady...
To His Coy Love	Michael Drayton	1583	Love	I pray thee, leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me! I but in vain that saint adore That can but will not save me. These poor half-kisses kill me quite— Was ever man thus servèd? Amidst an ocean of delight For pleasure to...
To His Coy Mistress	Andrew Marvell	1681	Love	Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten...
To His Love	Anonymous (1500-1599)	1520	Love	Come away, come, sweet love, The golden morning breaks, All the earth, all the air Of love and pleasure speaks, Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet rosy lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual bliss. Eyes were made for beauty's grace, ...
To His Mistress	Sir Henry Wotton	1588	English	Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia YOU meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light,— You common people of the skies, What are you when the moon shall rise? You curious chanters of the wood,...
To his simplicity				To his simplicity To die — was little Fate — If Duty live — contented But her Confederate.
To H—— (Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ake)			English	To H Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ake Do be my Enemy for Friendships sake
To Ianthe, Sleeping	Percy Bysshe Shelley	1812	English	From “Queen Mab,” I. HOW wonderful is Death! Death and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon, With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When, throned on ocean’s wave, It blushes o...
To interrupt His Yellow Plan				To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere — And even when the Snow Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy Directly in His Eye — Does not so much as turn His...
To J. H.	Leigh Hunt	1804	English	Four Years Old:—A Nursery Song … “Pien d’ amori, Pien di canti, e pien di fiori.”—FRUGONI. Full of little loves of ours, Full of songs, and full of flowers. AH, little ranting Johnny, For ever blithe and bonny, And...
To Jessie's Dancing Feet	William De Lancey Ellwanger		English	How, as a spider’s web is spun With subtle grace and art, Do thy light footsteps, every one, Cross and recross my heart! Now here, now there, and to and fro, Their winding mazes turn; Thy fairy feet so lightly go They seem the earth to...
To John Greenleaf Whittier	William Hayes Ward		English	Dear singer of our fathers’ day, Who lingerest in the sunset glow, Our grateful hearts all bid thee stay; Bend hitherward and do not go. Gracious thine age, thy youth was strong, For Freedom touched thy tongue with fire: To sing the right and...
To John Hayes, Esq.			English	THAT Varius huffs, and fights it out to-day, Who ran last week so cowardly away, In Codrus may surprise the little skill, Who nothing knows of humankind, but ill: Confining all his knowledge, and his art,...
To Julia Amanda			English	Fair Julia Amanda, now since it is peace, Methinks your hostilities also should cease; The shafts from your eyes, and the snares of your smile, Should cease---or at least be suspended awhile: 'Tis cruel to point your...
To Juliette on her wedding day				When our first parents were from Eden driven To wander exiled in this world of care, Hope changed to fear, and memory to despair; But once, to their posterity 't is given ...
To Juliette's twins			English	Dear Catherine, and David too, How very sweet it was of you To telegraph that you were here, New-lighted on this lower sphere. That though unlooked for, both had come, ...
To know just how He suffered — would be dear —				And wishes, had he any? Just his sigh, accented, Had been legible to me. And was he confident until Ill fluttered out in everlasting well? And if he spoke, what name was best, What first, ...
To Lamartine			English	A poet led me once, in chains of flowers, A pilgrimage beneath the Orient skies; And there I dreamed I walked in Eden's bowers, He touched his harp, and when he sang of Love, ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain			English	To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst — suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run! To stay the homesick — homesick feet Upon a foreign shore — Haunted by native...
To lose one's faith — surpass			English	To lose one's faith — surpass The loss of an Estate — Because Estates can be Replenished — faith cannot — Inherited with Life — Belief — but once — can be — Annihilate a single clause — ...