The Friendly Town: A Little Book for the UrbaneMethuen & Company, 1906 - 379 psl. |
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... hand : Oh woman - country , wooed not wed , Loved all the more by earth's male - lands , Laid to their hearts instead ! Look at the ruined chapel again , Half - way up in the Alpine gorge ! Is that a tower , I point you plain , Or is it ...
... hand : Oh woman - country , wooed not wed , Loved all the more by earth's male - lands , Laid to their hearts instead ! Look at the ruined chapel again , Half - way up in the Alpine gorge ! Is that a tower , I point you plain , Or is it ...
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... hand propping it , Mutely , my heart knows how- When , if I think but deep enough , You are wont to answer , prompt as rhyme ; And you , too , find without rebuff Response your soul seeks many a time Piercing its fine flesh - stuff . My ...
... hand propping it , Mutely , my heart knows how- When , if I think but deep enough , You are wont to answer , prompt as rhyme ; And you , too , find without rebuff Response your soul seeks many a time Piercing its fine flesh - stuff . My ...
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... hands ? Oh , I must feel your brain prompt mine , Your heart anticipate my heart , You must be just before , in fine , See and make me see , for your part , New depths of the divine ! But who could have expected this When we two drew ...
... hands ? Oh , I must feel your brain prompt mine , Your heart anticipate my heart , You must be just before , in fine , See and make me see , for your part , New depths of the divine ! But who could have expected this When we two drew ...
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... hands unseen Were hanging the night around us fast ; But we knew that a bar was broken between Life and life : we were mixed at last In spite of the mortal screen . The forests had done it ; there they stood ; We caught for a moment the ...
... hands unseen Were hanging the night around us fast ; But we knew that a bar was broken between Life and life : we were mixed at last In spite of the mortal screen . The forests had done it ; there they stood ; We caught for a moment the ...
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... hand propping it , Yonder , my heart knows how ! So , earth has gained by one man the more , And the gain of earth must be heaven's gain too ; And the whole is well worth thinking o'er When autumn comes : which I mean to do One day , as ...
... hand propping it , Yonder , my heart knows how ! So , earth has gained by one man the more , And the gain of earth must be heaven's gain too ; And the whole is well worth thinking o'er When autumn comes : which I mean to do One day , as ...
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329 psl. - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast; But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart; For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
218 psl. - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
327 psl. - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
323 psl. - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
245 psl. - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
328 psl. - To his Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Huraber would complain.
324 psl. - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
372 psl. - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
326 psl. - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
246 psl. - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.