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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow Bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the Bees, from Clover rows Their
Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
Remember thee! remember thee! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not. Thy husband
How Human Nature dotes
How Human Nature dotes On what it can't detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct -- Prospective is the friend Reserved for us to know When Constancy is clarified Of Curiosity
Summer for thee, grant I may be
Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole -- are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o'er! Pray gather me --
Pain has but one Acquaintance
Pain has but one Acquaintance And that is Death -- Each one unto the other Society enough. Pain is the Junior Party By just a Second's right -- Death tenderly assists Him And then absconds from Sight
A Tooth upon Our Peace
A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface -- Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace -- The Heaven hath a Hell -- Itself to signalize -- And every sign before the Place Is Gilt with S
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely -- but Minds -- Minute Effulgencies and Winds -- When what they sung for is undone Who cares about a Blue
Fragment: Wine of the Fairies
I am drunk with the honey wine Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls. The bats, the dormice, and the moles Sleep in the walls or under the sward Of the desolate castle
Success is counted sweetest
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory
Too happy Time dissolves itself
Too happy Time dissolves itself And leaves no remnant by -- 'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath Or too much weight to fly --
Epitaph. Intended for Mr Rowe, in Westminster Abbey.
Thy relics, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, And sacred place by Dryden's awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Far from Love the Heavenly Father Leads the Chosen Child, Oftener through Realm of Briar Than the Meadow mild. Oftener by the Claw of Dragon Than the Hand of Friend Guides the Little One predestined
On a Fete at Carlton House: Fragment
By the mossy brink, With me the Prince shall sit and think; Shall muse in visioned Regency, Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
Said Death to Passion
Said Death to Passion "Give of thine an Acre unto me." Said Passion, through contracting Breaths "A Thousand Times Thee Nay." Bore Death from Passion All His East He -- sovereign as the Sun Resituate
478. Epigram on a Suicide
EARTH’D up, here lies an imp o’ hell, Planted by Satan’s dibble; Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, To save the Lord the trouble.
The Moon upon her fluent Route
The Moon upon her fluent Route Defiant of a Road -- The Star's Etruscan Argument Substantiate a God -- If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As
Where Roses would not dare to go,
Where Roses would not dare to go, What Heart would risk the way -- And so I send my Crimson Scouts To sound the Enemy --
She's happy, with a new Content --
She's happy, with a new Content -- That feels to her -- like Sacrament -- She's busy -- with an altered Care -- As just apprenticed to the Air -- She's tearful -- if she weep at all -- For blissful C
From the Portuguese. "Tu MI Chamas". Another Version
You call me still your _Life_.--Oh! change the word-- Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh: Say rather I'm your Soul; more just that name, For, like the soul, my Love can never die.
Fragment: Omens
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
Fragment: Love the Universe to-Day
And who feels discord now or sorrow? Love is the universe to-day-- These are the slaves of dim to-morrow, Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
Easter Song
I Got me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sunne arising in the East, Though he give light, a
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- Whether Heaven is Heaven or not If not an Affidavit Of that specific Spot Not only must confirm us That it is not for us But that it would affront us To dwell in such
Loss And Gain
Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter's will. Star-adoring, occupied, Virtue cannot bend her, Just to please a poet's pride, To parade her s