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The First Kiss How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love’s beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there ’s no untying! Yet remember, midst your wooing, Love has bliss, but love has ruing; Other smiles may make you fickle, Tears... Poet: Thomas Campbell	First Love From “Don Juan,” Canto I. ’T IS sweet to hear, At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep, The song and oar of Adria’s gondolier, By distance mellowed, o’er the waters sweep; ’T is sweet to see the evening star appear; ’T is... Poet: Lord Byron	Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O list!” When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here,... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning	The First Snow-Fall The Snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree ... Poet: James Russell Lowell
The First Blue-Bird Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then— Some more rain and snow! This morning I was ’most afeard To wake up—when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The... Poet: James Whitcomb Riley	On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;... Poet: John Keats	The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 4 "Hinc pallidorum longa morborum cohors Turpisque egestas sequitur," &c. Poet:	Finding is the first Act Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery — Fifth, no Crew — Finally, no Golden Fleece — Jason — sham — too. Poet:
The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 6 "Chez cette race nouvelle Où j'aurai quelque crédit, Vous ne passerez pas pour belle Qu'autant que je l'aurai dit. ... Poet:	Had I known that the first was the last Had I known that the first was the last I should have kept it longer. Had I known that the last was the first I should have drunk it stronger. Cup, it was your fault, Lip was not the liar. No, lip, it was... Poet: