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April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears
Soon may the edict lapse, that on… This dire compulsion of infertile… This hardest penal toil, reluctant… Meanwhile I count you eminently b… Happy from labours heretofore well…
I Love cometh and love goeth, And he is wise who knoweth Whither and whence love flies: But wise and yet more wise Are they that heed not whence he f…
So without rest or tarriance all t… Until the world was blear with com… Forth fared the princely fugitive,… His wearied feet till morn returni… Some village all a-hum with wakefu…
Friend, in whose friendship I am… A debt not time may cancel is your… For was it not your praise that ea… On me obscure, that chivalrous reg… Ev’n his, who, knowing fame’s firs…
Eldest born of powers divine! Bless’d Hygeia! be it mine To enjoy what thou canst give, And henceforth with thee to live: For in power if pleasure be
[Mr. Oscar Wilde, having discover… And wilt thou, Oscar, from us fle… And must we, henceforth, wholly se… Shall thy laborious _jeux-d’esprit… Sadden our lives no more for ever?
I saunter all about the pleasant p… You made thrice pleasant, O my fr… But you are gone where laughs in r… That thousand-memoried unimpulsive… To storied precincts of the southe…
Seabird, elemental sprite, Moulded of the sun and spray– Raven, dreary flake of night Drifting in the eye of day– What in common have ye two,
A beckoning spirit of gladness see… That lightly danced in laughing ai… The earth was all in tune, and you… Of Nature’s happy chorus. ’Twas like a vernal morn, yet over…
That night he dreamed that over hi… A change miraculous, whereby his s… Was parted from his body for a spa… And through a labyrinth of secret… Entered the world where dead men’s…
Thou burden of all songs the earth… Thou retrospect in Time’s reverte… Thou metaphor of everything that d… That dies ill-starred, or dies bel… And therefore blest and wise,-
It was a skipper of Lowestoft That trawled the northern sea, In a smack of thrice ten tons and… And the Britain’s Pride
There was a time, it passeth me to… How long ago, but sure ’twas many… Before the world had gotten her su… Of foolish wisdom as she hath,-bef… She fell to waxing gray with weigh…
Youth! ere thou be flown away. Surely one last boon to-day Thou’lt bestow– One last light of rapture give, Rich and lordly fugitive!