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A genial moment oft has given A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine A little time for laughter A momentary wish passed through my brain NO. 94 141 187 A sigh in the morning gray! A smile because the nights are short! Across the glory of the evening skies Ah me, dread friends of mine,-Love, Time, and Death. Ah, memory! ah, ruthless memory! All down the linden-alley's morning shade All that I know Along the shore, along the shore And what is Love by Nature? Are sorrows hard to bear,-the ruin As a twig trembles which a bird As I sat sorrowing . Ask nothing more of me, sweet Away! away! The dream was vain Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! Beating heart! we come again Behold, above the mountains there is light Beneath those buttressed walls with lichen grey Between the hands, between the brows Blessed is he who hath not trod the ways Bud and leaflet, opening slowly By studying my lady's eyes By the bursting of the leaves Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet Close as the stars along the sky Come to green under-glooms,-and in your hair 12 23 39 ΙΟΙ 171 Come to the woods, Medora Consider the sea's listless chime Could we but know Count each affliction, whether light or grave Dear love, I have not ask'd you yet Each hour until we meet is as a bird Even in a palace, life may be led well! Every day a Pilgrim, blindfold Fair garden, where the man and woman dwelt Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn From morn to evening, this day, yesterday Girls, when I am gone away Give her but a least excuse to love me! Here, in this leafy place. His poisoned shafts, that fresh he dips I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap . I cannot kiss thee as I used to kiss . I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away I have been here before. I have not, yet I would have loved thee, sweet I hold within my hand a lute 33 158 190 198 68 194 199 121 164 117 135 49 90 II 191 105 133 204 131 185 122 80 186 17 35 150 93 183 18 172 157 88 I saw in dream where met proud rivers twain 177 I know not if a keener smart I learnt a lesson from the flowers to-day I made another garden, yea I said: " 'Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be I saw, I saw the lovely child. NO. I thank thee, dear, for words that fleet 55 I would not have this perfect love of ours 68 I would thou might'st not vex me with thine eyes, 107 If but thy heart were stone 146 If by any device or knowledge If ever, dear If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day If I could choose my paradise If Love should faint, and half decline If our Love may fail, Lily In all my singing and speaking In the long enchanted weather In the time when water-lilies shake It is, indeed, a little while It may be that our homeward longings made It was in the prime It was not like your great and gracious ways Kiss me, sweetheart; the Spring is here. Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife Life lapses by for you and me Light, so low upon earth Light's Love, the timorous bird, to dwell Like an island in a river Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man Love is the Minstrel; for in God's own sight My day and night are in my lady's hand . My heart is freighted full of love My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes My soul is sick of nightingale and rose |