Sly Thoughts
“i Saw him kiss your cheek!”—“’T is true.”
“O Modesty!”—“’T was strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least, I knew
He thought I thought he thought I slept.”
More poems by Coventry Patmore
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'If I were dead'
'if I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!'
The dear lips quiver'd as they spake,
And the tears brake … -
A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear, … -
Parting
If thou dost bid thy friend farewell,
But for one night though that farewell may be,
Press thou his hand in thine. … -
Saint Valentine's Day
Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
In vestal February;
Not rather choosing out some rosy day …