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Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
'Tis not in fate to harm me,
While fate leaves thy love to me;
'Tis not in joy to charm me,
Unless that joy be shar'd with thee.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
Well--peace to thy heart, though another's it be,
And health to thy cheek, though it blooms not for me.
- [Parting : Resignation]
What a power there is in innocence! whose very helplessness is its safeguard: in whose presence even passion himself stands abashed, and stands worshipper at the very altar he came to despoil.
When pleasure, like the midnight flower that scorns the eye of vulgar light, begins to bloom for sons of night and maids who love the moon.
Where there is room in the heart, there is always room in the house.
While her laugh, full of life, without any control,
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul;
And where it most sparkled, no glance could discover
In lips, cheeks or eyes, for it brightened all over--
Like any fair lake that the breeze was upon,
When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
Whose every little ringlet thrilled, as if with soul and passion filled!
Whose hearts in every thought are one,
Whose voices utter the same wills,
Answering, as echo doth, some tone
Of fairy music 'mong the hills,
So like itself we seek in vain
Which is the echo; which the strain.
Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.
With all my soul, then let us part,
Since both are anxious to be free;
And I will send you home your heart,
If you will send back mine to me!
Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven.
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Young roses kindled into thought.
Die when you will, you need not wear
At heaven's Court a form more fair
Than Beauty here on Earth has given:
Keep but the lovely looks we see
The voice we hear, and you will be
An angel ready-made for heaven.
- p. 36,
a versification of "Life" by Lord Herbert of Cherbury
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.
- 'Tis Sweet to Think [Eyes]
'Tis sweet to think that where'er we rove
We are sure to find something blissful and dear;
And that when we're far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
- 'Tis Sweet to Think [Wooing]
For oh, 'twas nuts to the Father of Lies,
(As this wily fiend is named in the Bible)
To find it settles by Laws so wise
That the greater the truth, the worse the libel.
- A Case of Libel--Odes, on Cash, Corn, etc.
Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow,
I'll taste the luxury or woe.
- Anacreontic [Sorrow]
Yes, loving is a painful thrill,
And not to love more painful still;
But oh, it is the worst of pain,
To love and not be lov'd again.
- Anacreontic (ode 29) [Love]
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
- As Down in the Sunless Retreats [Prayer]
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