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TO E.B.B. There they are, my fifty men and w… Naming me the fifty poems finished… Take them, Love, the book and me… Where the heart lies, let the brai…
Of the million or two, more or les… I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was least to my mind. II.
. MARCHING ALONG. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his K… Bidding the crop-headed Parliamen… And, pressing a troop unable to st… And see the rogues flourish and ho…
So far as our story approaches the… Which do you pity the most of us t… My friend, or the mistress of my f… With her wanton eyes, or me? My friend was already too good to…
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave… To a speeding wind and a bounding… A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest—tr…
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill,
“HEIGHO,” yawned one day King… “Distance all value enhances! When a man’s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure— ’Faith, and at leisure once is he?
I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books I wr… They find such favour in his sight That he slaughters you with savage…
Here’s my case. Of old I used to… This same unseen friend, before I… Dream there was none like him, non… Wake to hope and trust my dream wa… Loved I not his letters full of b…
June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When a man I know
YOU saw go up and down Valladoli… A man of mark, to know next time y… His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious… And many might have worn it, thoug…
SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence… So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evide… To help Art-study,- for some dole
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of her… And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of he… II.
I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?
O God, where does this tend—these… What would I have? What is this ‘… To bound all? can there be a ‘waki… Of crowning life? The soul would… It would be first in all things—it…
