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

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree

A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You ar

A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i

A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie <

A Summer Song
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimmi