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Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame When love approach'd me under friendship's name My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind Some emanation of th' all-beauteous mind Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day Guiltless I gazed; Heaven listen'd while you sung And truths divine came mended from that tongue From lips like those what precepts fail to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran Nor wish'd an angel whom I loved a man Dim and remote the joys of saints I see Nor envy them that Heaven that I lose for thee |
eyes to take you dancing mouth to leave your wife legs to run away with and you wonder why? heart that makes you bypass every other girl smile that keeps you grinning at the madness of this world |
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summer's lease hath all too short a date Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimm'd And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee |
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Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs have sung Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a shrewish tongue Is it well to wish thee happy? - having known me- to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine! Yet it shall be; thou shalt lower to his level day by day What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clay As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. What is this? his eyes are heavy; think not they are glazed with wine Go to him, it is thy duty, kiss him, take his hand in thine It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is overwrought Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him with thy lighter thought He will answer to the purpose, easy things to understand Better thou wert dead before me, tho' I slew thee with my hand! Better thou and I were lying, hidden from the heart's disgrace Roll'd in one another's arms, and silent in a last embrace Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the fool! Well--'t is well that I should bluster!--Hadst thou less unworthy proved Would to God--for I had loved thee more than ever wife was loved Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the root I remember one that perish'd; sweetly did she speak and move Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore? No--she never loved me truly; love is love for evermore Thou shalt hear the "Never, never," whisper'd by the phantom years And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart "They were dangerous guides the feelings--she herself was not exempt Truly, she herself had suffer'd"--Perish in thy self-contempt! Overlive it--lower yet--be happy! wherefore should I care? I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair |
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I went into the Garden of Love And saw what I never had seen A Chapel was built in the midst Where I used to play on the green And the gates of the Chapel were shut And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door So I turn'd to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore And I saw it was filled with graves And tomb-stones where flowers should be And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds And binding with briars, my joys and my dreams |
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Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear |
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sleepless dreams with the morning dew i watched the lilies open and love was forever.. you |
