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Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…
Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust, and that dece… Than doubt one heart, that, if bel… Had blessed one’s life with true b… Oh, in this mocking world, too fas…
It is the dawn! the rosy day awake… From her bright hair pale showers… And through the heavens her early… Why art thou sleeping! It is the noon! the sun looks laug…
My sun went down at noon to-day, O Sorrow! For in thine eyes My sun doth rise; Then, Love, I pray,
Night comes upon the earth; and fe… Arise the mighty winds, and sweep… In the full chorus of their midnig… The waste of heavy clouds, that ve… Roll like a murky scroll before th…
It may be that the stone which tho… From off thy people’s neck shall f… It may be that the sudden flood sh… From off the rock, whence, prophet… In God’s great future, thou dost…
She has gone down! Woe for the wo… Its weary workers! gazing from afa… At the clear rising of that hopefu… Star of redemption to each weeping… Of pow’r decrepit, and of rule out…
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
One after one, the shield, the swo… The panoply that I was wont to we… My suit of proof, my wings that ke… These, full of trust, delivered I… When, through all time, I swore t…
Time beckons on the hours: the exp… Already feels old Winter’s icy br… As with cold hands he scatters on… The faded glories of her autumn wr… As fleetly as the summer’s sunshin…
Let us stay here: nor ever more de… From this sweet wilderness Nature… Have made, not for light wandering… Through their fair chaos half one… But for th’ abiding place of those…
Lady, whom my beloved loves so wel… When on his clasping arm thy head… When on thy lips his ardent kisses… And the bright flood of burning li… In his dark eyes, is poured into t…
‘Poeta volontieri Parlerei a que’ duo che’ insieme v… E pajon si al vento esser leggieri… Dell’ Inferno, Canto . Seer of the triple realm invisible…
I would I knew the lady of thy he… She whom thou lov’st, perchance, a… She unto whom thy thoughts and wis… Those thoughts, in which, alas! I… Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinki…
On the lone waters’ shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o’er I should forget. Till the broad foaming surge