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If gratitude a poor man’s virtue i… ’Tis one at least my sick soul can… Bankrupt I am of all youth’s char… But not of thanks. No. Thanks be… Praise be, dear Lady of all grace…
HE PROTESTS, NOTWITH… To be cast forth from the fair lig… Into the outer darkness and there… Through unrecorded years of agony, Unseen, unheard, unpitied, unforgi…
Come, Prudence, you have done eno… The worst is over, and some hours… We both have earned, even more tha… Our minds need laughter, as a spen… And after their long fast a recomp…
I will sit down awhile in dallianc… With my dead life, and dream that… My earliest memories have their ho… The chestnut woods of Bearn and s… Where first I learned to stammer…
Whence is our pleasure in things b… We are not born with it, we do not… By instinct of the eye or natural… That naked rocks are fairest, or f… Best in their clefts, or that the…
To—day I was at Milan, in such th… As pilgrims bring who at faith’s t… Still burdened with the sorrows th… And vexed with stranger tongues in… And lo, this sign was given me. A…
Matron was she of a great Roman h… And wed in youth to one she might… Her birth, her fortune, her name l… Such as all noblest virtues most b… How dare she trifle with ignoble t…
I linger on the threshold of my yo… If you could see me now as then I… A fair—faced frightened boy with e… Scared at the world yet angry at i… Plotting all plots, a blushing Ca…
He slept as only under the free he… It is given to sleep, a slumber sh… As the broad river to whose banks… That spirit comes which brings for… A silence undisturbed by the world…
ON READING CERTAIN LETT… Reading these lines, this record o… Where I am not, and yet where lov… This tale of passions consecrate t… Other than me, unwitting of my way…
Such was the legend. I had read i… Twice ere I thought of thinking w… And as I turned with a sigh becau… That I alone perhaps of all who w… Homewards that night should bid go…
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…
GAMBLING AT MONACO A jewelled kingdom set impregnable In gardens green which front the v… A happy fortress shut and guarded… And cradled ever on the mountain’s…
What is my quarrel with thee, beau… That thus I cannot love thy waves… Or hear thy voice but it tormentet… Why do I hate thee, who art beaut… Beyond all beauty, when the nights…
REMINDING HER OF A PROM… Oh, Juliet, we have quarrelled wi… And fate has struck us. Wherefore… We prayed for liberty, and now too… Find liberty is this, to say ‘good…