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Musing I met, in no strange land, What meet thou must to understand: An Angel. There was none but he, Yet ’twas a glorious company. God, Youth, and Goddess, one, twa…
‘Now, while she’s changing,' said… ‘Her bridal for her traveling dres… I’ll preach allegiance to your que… Preaching’s the thing which I pro… And one more minute’s mine! You k…
Preludes. Platonic Love Right art thou who wouldst rather… A doorkeeper in Love’s fair house… Than lead the wretched revelry
Preludes. I Life of Life What’s that, which, ere I spake,… So joyful and intense a spark That, whilst o’erhead the wonder s…
Preludes I The Rose of the World Lo, when the Lord made North and… And sun and moon ordained, He, Forthbringing each by word of mout…
We left the Church at Tamerton In gloomy western air; To greet the day we gallop’d on, A merry-minded pair. The hazy East hot noon did bode;
Preludes. I Rejected ‘Perhaps she’s dancing somewhere n… The thoughts of light and music wa… Sharp jealousies, that grow and gr…
Preludes. I The Wife’s Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to pl… Is woman’s pleasure; down the gulf Of his condoled necessities
Preludes I The Married Lover Why, having won her, do I woo? Because her spirit’s vestal grace Provokes me always to pursue,
Not in the crisis of events Of compass’d hopes, or fears fulfi… Or acts of gravest consequence, Are life’s delight and depth revea… The day of days was not the day;
Preludes. I Love’s Perversity How strange a thing a lover seems To animals that do not love! Lo, where he walks and talks in dr…
A florin to the willing Guard Secured, for half the way, (He lock’d us in, ah, lucky-starr’… A curtain’d, front coupe. The sparkling sun of August shone…
From Jane To Her Mother Thank Heaven, the burthens on the… Are not half known till they depar… Although I long’d, for many a yea… To love with love that casts out f…
Preludes I The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance expre… The destined maid; some hidden han… Unveils to him that loveliness
Preludes. I Love’s Immortality How vilely ’twere to misdeserve The poet’s gift of perfect speech, In song to try, with trembling ner…