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 years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the...
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Whoe’er she be,
That not impossible She
That shall command my heart and me:Where’er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps tread our earth;Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through...