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Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to b
Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,
Lucy
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alo
She Walks in Beauty
1
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all tha
On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms
Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despit
The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing lo
To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah, would that this
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wif
Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her
Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are st
Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
An Argument
've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes d
I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,
If I Were Her Lover
I
If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gat
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin
Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand
