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Within my reach! Within my reach ! I could have touched ! I might have chanced that way ! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away ! So... Poet:	Within thy Grave! Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight — Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night — Poet:	Woman's Constancy NOW thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? ⁠Or say that now We are not just those persons which... Poet:	A Word to the Wise Love hailed a little maid, Romping through the meadow: Heedless in the sun she played, Scornful of the shadow. "Come with me," whispered he; "Listen, sweet, to love and reason." "By and... Poet:
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of down! Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on! Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!... Poet:	The wounded vulture A kingly vulture sat alone, Lord of the ruin round, Where Egypt's ancient monuments Upon the desert frowned. A hunter's eager eye had marked ... Poet:	Written at Tivoli Falls Sweet Tivoli! upon thy grassy side, Whene'er I linger through the summer day, And the soft music of thy silvery tide So sweetly wiles the lagging hours away, I... Poet:	Written Extempore On A Halfpenny, Which a young lady gave a beggar, and the author redeemed for half-a-crown DEAR little, pretty, fav'rite ore, That once increas'd Gloriana's store; That lay within her bosom bless'd, Gods might have envied thee thy nest. I've read, imperial Jove of old For love... Poet:
Written in a Quarrel Think, Delia, with what cruel haste Our fleeting pleasures move, Nor heedless thus in sorrow waste The moments due to love. Be wise, my fair, and gently treat These few that are our friends; ... Poet:	Yesterday is History Yesterday is History, 'Tis so far away — Yesterday is Poetry — 'Tis Philosophy — Yesterday is mystery — Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away Poet: