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If I have studied here in part A tale as old as maiden’s heart, ’Tis that I do see herein Shadow of more piteous sin. She, that but giving part, not who…
I do not need the skies’ Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven’s champaign when I muse. One grass-blade in its veins
From Hugo’s 'Feuilles d’Automne’… I love the evenings, passionless a… Whether old manor-fronts their ray… In numerous leafage bosomed close; Whether the mist in reefs of fire…
Here I make oath— Although the heart that knows its… Hear loath, And credit less— That he who kens to meet Pain’s k…
A metrical caprice. Up she rose, fair daughter—well sh… As a cloud her going, stept from h… As a summer-soft cloud, in her goi… Down dropped her riband-band, and…
Lo, in the sanctuaried East, Day, a dedicated priest In all his robes pontifical expres… Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly, From out its Orient tabernacle dr…
The breaths of kissing night and d… Were mingled in the eastern Heave… Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all its star-cloud sev… When dusk shrank cold, and light t…
The leaves dance, the leaves sing, The leaves dance in the breath of… I bid them dance, I bid them sing, For the limpid glance
If the rose in meek duty May dedicate humbly To her grower the beauty Wherewith she is comely; If the mine to the miner
Daughter of the ancient Eve, We know the gifts ye gave—and give… Who knows the gifts which YOU sh… Daughter of the newer Eve? You, if my soul be augur, you
The heart you hold too small and l… Such spacious terms of edifice to… And yet, since Poesy first shook… The mighty Love has been impalace… That has she given him as his wide…
Ah, drops of gold in whitening fla… Burning, we know your lovely name… Daisies, that little children pull… Like all weak things, over the str… Ye do not know your power for wron…
To Monica Summer set lip to earth’s bosom ba… And left the flushed print in a po… Like a yawn of fire from the grass… And the fanning wind puffed it to…
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun; Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, and I am one. Multitudinous ascend I,
She was aweary of the hovering Of Love’s incessant tumultuous wi… Her lover’s tokens she would answe… ’Twere well she should be strange… A pretty babe, this Love,—but fie…