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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
To Lose Thee	Emily Dickinson	1890	Love	To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. ‘Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea. Without this sterile perquisite No Caspian could be.
To lose thee — sweeter than to gain			English	To lose thee — sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'Tis true the drought is destitute, But then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea. Without the...
To love thee Year by Year —			English	To love thee Year by Year — May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease — However, dear, Forever might be short, I thought to show — And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.
To Lucasta	Richard Lovelace	1637	English	IF to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that, when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave. But I ’ll not sigh one blast or gale To swell...
To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars	Richard Lovelace	1637	English	Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde, That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde, To warre and armes I flee. True, a new mistresse now I chase.— The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace A sword, a...
To M - T. by Bayard Taylor			English	Though thy constant love I share, Yet its gift is rarer; In my youth I thought thee fair: Thou art older and fairer! Full of more than young delight Now day and night are; For the presence, then so bright, Is closer, brighter....
To Madame de Sevigné	Mathieu de Montreuil	1640	English	Playing Blind-Man’s-Buff YOU charm when you talk, walk, or move, Still more on this day than another: When blinded—you ’re taken for Love; When the bandage is off—for his mother!
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,			English	To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
To make One's Toilette — after Death				To make One's Toilette — after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still — That's easier — than Braid the Hair — And make the Bodice gay — When eyes...
To make Routine a Stimulus				To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease — Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace — Of Retrospect the Arrow That power to repair Departed with the Torment Become, alas, more fair...
To Mary	William Cowper	1751	Love	The twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow-- 'Twas my distress that brought thee low,...
To Mary	John Clare	1841	Love	I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine When thou art out of sight; My lips are always touching thine At morning, noon, and night....
To Mary (Cowper)			English	THE twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast; Ah would that this might be the last! My Mary! Thy spirits have a...
To Mary in Heaven	Robert Burns	1779	English	[Written in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell.] THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul...
To Mary Stuart	Pierre de Ronsard	1544	English	From the French by Louise Stuart Costello ALL beauty, granted as a boon to earth, That is, has been, or ever can have birth, Compared to hers, is void, and Nature’s care Ne’er formed a creature so divinely fair. In spring amidst the lilies she was born,...
To Mary: I Sleep with Thee	John Clare	1841	Love	I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine When thou art out of sight; My lips are always touching thine At morning, noon, and night....
To mend each tattered Faith			English	To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate — 'Tis threaded in the Air — And though it do not wear As if it never Tore 'Tis very comfortable indeed ...
To Miguel de Cervantes Saavadra	Richard Kendall Munkittrick		English	A bluebird lives in yonder tree, Likewise a little chickadee, In two woodpeckers’ nests—rent free! There, where the weeping willow weeps, A dainty housewren sweetly cheeps— From an old oriole’s nest she peeps. I see the English sparrow tilt...
To Milton	William Wordsworth	1790	English	“London, 1802” milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower. Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward...
To Miss Brinckerhoff			English	Eliza, when the southern gale Expands the broad majestic sail, While Friendship breathes the parting sigh, And sorrow glitters in each eye, The vessel leaves the flying shores, Receding spires and less'...