By Jove! I would not give you half-a-crown
For all your poppy-heads and all your down.
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THERE falls with every wedding chime
You pick it up, and say “How fairTo look upon its colors are!”Another drops day after dayUnheeded; not one word you say.When bright and dusky are blown past,Upon the hearse there nods the last.
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,Over my open volume you will say,“This man loved me!” then rise and trip away.
Against the groaning mast I stand,
To bear me from my native landAnd Zoë’s wild farewell.From billow upon billow hurl’dI can yet hear her say,`And is there nothing in the worldWorth one short hour’s delay?’`Alas, my Zoë! were it thus,I should not sail alone,Nor seas nor fates had parted us,But are you all my own?’Thus were it, never would burst forthMy…
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Speak not too ill of me, Athenian friends!
From others of all tribes am I secure.I leave your confines: none whom you caress,Finding me hungry and athirst, shall dipInto Cephisos the grey bowl to quenchMy thirst, or break the horny bread, and scoopStiffly around the scanty vase, wherewithTo gather the hard honey at the sides,And give it me for having heard me sing.Sages…
Damaetas is a boy as rue
He watcht the little Ida goingWhere the wood-raspberries were growing,And, under a pretence of fearLest they might scratch her arms, drew near,And, plucking up a stiff grey bent,The fruit (scarce touching it,) he sentInto both hands: the form they tookOf a boat’s keel upon a brook;So not a raspberry fell downTo splash her foot or…