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“If it be true that any beauteous thing” From the Italian by John Edward Taylor IF it be true that any beauteous thing Raises the pure and just desire of man From earth to God, the eternal fount of all, Such I believe my love; for as in her So fair, in whom I all besides forget, I view the... Poet: Michaelangelo	My Wife ’s a Winsome Wee Thing She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart I ’ll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a... Poet: Robert Burns	“The fairest thing in mortal eyes” From the French by Henry Francis Cary Addressed to his deceased wife, who died in childbed at the age of twenty-two TO make my lady’s obsequies My love a minster wrought, And, in the chantry, service there Was sung by doleful thought; The tapers... Poet: Charles, Duke of Orléans	“A thing of beauty is a joy forever” From “Endymion,” Book I. A THING of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on... Poet: John Keats
Art thou the thing I wanted? Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone — my Tooth has grown — Supply the minor Palate That has not starved so long — I tell thee while I waited The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it And... Poet:	Can there be any thing more mean *** * *** Can there be any thing more mean More Malice in disguise Than Praise a Man for doing what That Man does most despise ... Poet:	Death sets a Thing significant Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little Workmanships In Crayon, or in Wool, With "This was last Her fingers did" — ... Poet:	I asked no other thing — I asked no other thing. No other was denied. I offered Being for it ; The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil ? He twirled a button, ... Poet:
I tried to think a lonelier Thing I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen — Some Polar Expiation — An Omen in the Bone Of Death's tremendous nearness — I probed Retrieveless things My Duplicate — to borrow — A Haggard... Poet:	One thing of it we borrow One thing of it we borrow And promise to return — The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have known — One thing of it we covet — The power to forget — The Anguish of the Avarice Defrays the... Poet: