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91 LINES adieu aloft and alow AUBERON HERBERT beauty bliss blue breath bright brow CHARLES KINGSLEY cheek Cupid danced dare darling dead death dream Drifting eyes face fade fair fate feet flower forever FRANCIS DAVISON golden Good-night H. C. BEECHING hair hand happy hear Heave heaven J. B. B. NICHOLS J. W. MACKAIL kiss knew labor aloft lady is clad leaves life's light lips live look love my love LOVE SONG love thee Love's LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY lover meet morn never night o'er once pain pale passion PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON pray pure QUIS SEPARABIT ROBERT BROWNING sailor must labor sigh sing skies sleep smile soft sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tender thine thing thou art thought tiny to-day touch tree twas UNKNOWN VALENTINE voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wandering weary whisper winds blow word
39 psl. - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
170 psl. - Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton, will ye...
36 psl. - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
171 psl. - I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if so I sing, He lends me every lovely thing: Yet cruel he my heart doth sting: Whist, wanton, still ye!
56 psl. - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
49 psl. - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
210 psl. - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
80 psl. - Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; I prosper, circled with thy voice; 1 shall not lose thee tho