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Are God and Nature then at strife
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So...
Claspt hands and that petitionary grace
Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere she spoke.
An arm
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,
Clothed in white samite, mystic,...
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river...
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Source: Locksley...
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Source: The Ancient Sage, 68
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And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?
Source: The Day-Dream,...
Betray the trust:
Keep nothing sacred: 'tis but just
The many-headed beast should...
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex...
As the many-wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
Source: Locksley...
Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of a fool!
Source: Locksley...
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the...
Bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others:...
Birds in the high Hall-garden
When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
They were crying and...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon;
My breath to heaven like vapour goes:
May my...
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown.
Source: Locksley Hall,...
But ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
Source:...
Do we indeed desire the dead
Should still be near us at our side?
Is there no baseness we would hide?
No...