Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask—Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven …
Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks as children do In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through Their happy eyelids from an unaverred Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred In …
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I …
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant? Yet have my …
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, And hermits are contented with their cells, And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for …
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and …
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep, Witness of life to them that living die, A prophet oft, and oft an history, A poet eke, as humors fly or creep, Since thou in me so sure a power …
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof shield me …
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heav'nly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries! Sure, if that long-with …
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring; You that do dictionary’s method bring Into your …
Reign in my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice: Possess me whole, my heart's triumvirate; Yet heavy heart to make so hard a choice, Of such as spoil thy poor afflicted stated. For whilst they strive which …
Let others sing of knights and paladines In aged accents and untimely words; Paint shadows in imaginary lines Which well the reach of their high wits records: But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes Authentic …
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. …
I hear some say, “This man is not in love!” “Who! can he love? a likely thing!” they say. “Read but his Verse, and it will easily prove!” O, judge not rashly, gentle Sir, I pray! Because I …
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowres the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously arrayd, Goe to my Love, where she is carelesse layd, …
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass, And thou with careful brow, sitting alone, Receivèd hast this message from thy glass, That tells the truth and says that All is gone; Fresh shalt thou see in …
How many paltry foolish painted Things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten (whom no Poet sings) Ere they be well wrapped in their winding sheet! Where I, to thee Eternity shall give! When nothing …
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain: Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity …
Fair is my Love and cruel as she’s fair; Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny, Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, And her disdains are gall, her favours honey: A modest maid, deck’d with …
Happy, ye leaves! when as those lily hands, Which hold my life in their dead-doing might, Shall handle you, and hold in love’s soft bands, Like captives trembling at the victor’s sight. And happy lines! on which, with …
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