A Maiden wept and, as a comforter, Came one who cried, "I love thee," and he seized Her in his arms and kissed her with hot breath, That dried the tears upon her flaming cheeks. While evermore his boldly blazing eye Burned into hers; but she uncomforted Shrank...
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Dearest, let these roses In their purity, Be a present symbol Of my love for thee. Underneath the blossom Thorns are sure to grow; Take heed lest you touch them, They would pain you so! Ah! my faults like thorns are, But cannot they be Hidden '...
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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...
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If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.
If...
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For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears.
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I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You'll know it by the Row of Stars Around its forehead bound.
A Rich man—might not notice it— Yet—to my frugal Eye, Of more Esteem than Ducats— Oh find it—Sir—for me!
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You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
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When Spring in sunny woodland lay, And gilded buds were sparely set On oak tree and the thorny may, I gave my love a violet. "O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth With one light, tender maiden kiss, "There are no rich blooms in the south So...
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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,...
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If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to me now!
I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart beats so wildly 'Twill break for thee--
And when the world despises--...
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