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THE SAME CONTINUED I do not love you. To have said t… Had seemed to both of us a monstro… An idle boast, love’s last extrava… Or the mere paradox of vanity.
We spent a day together, One day of all our lives, Of love in cloudless weather— Such only youth contrives— One day in the red heather,
The tent lines these of Kháula in… See where the fire has touched the… ’Twas here thy friends consoled th… cried; Not of grief, thou faint—he… Ay, here the howdahs passed thee a…
THE SAME CONTINUED Thrice happy fools! What wisdom s… In this world or the next, if next… More deep, more full, more worthy… Than that first word of folly taug…
HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIB… If it were possible the fierce sun… Standing in heaven unloved, compan… Enshrinèd be in some white—bosomed… And so forget his rage and lonelin…
We vex each other with our presenc… By my regrets and by my mocking fa… You by your laughter and mad gaiet… And both by cruel thoughts of happ… Is then the world so narrow that w…
Assassins find accomplices. Man’s… Has found him three, the hawk, the…
When Astraled was lying, like to… Of love’s green sickness, all his… With buds of crocus and anemone, For other flowers yet were barely… And these he loved. And so it cam…
It might not be. Some things are… And some impossible for even God. And Esther had no soul which Heav… Could touch by joy or soften by th… She could not really love me. The…
Moan on with thy loud changeless w… Desolate sea, Grinding thy pebbles into thankles… Oh, could I lash my angry heart l… Until it broke upon an iron land,
Me, too, she doubtless read. For,… Raised as for help and pointing to… She bade me, with a gesture, part… And part entreaty, I would set he… She could not see, she said, the…
Why do I love? Is it for men to choose The hour of the hushed night when… From its sea grave the morning sta… Lo, while we drowsed, it rose on o…
O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-he… Fold me thy wings, I prithee,… For my heart no measure Knows, nor other treasure To buy a garland for my love to-da…
An instant, just an instant, and n… And it was gone, and I with eyes… Saw the bald pageant stripped to i… And naked there to my scared eyes… Upon a throne which filled the upp…
Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I… The France which has been, and sh… Is the most serious, and perhaps t… Of all the nations which have powe… France only of the nations has thi…