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With more as a manBut sometimes he ranAnd that saved the rear of Rossetti
Ladies that have intelligence in love,
Not that I hope to count her praises through,But telling what I may, to ease my mind.And I declare that when I speak thereof,Love sheds such perfect sweetness over meThat if my courage failed not, certainlyTo him my listeners must be all resign’dWherefore I will not speak in such large kindThat mine own speech should…
ONE scarce would think that we can be the same
With held breath through the underwood, and leapOutside into the sun. Since this mine aimTook me unto itself, the joy which cameInto my eyes at once sits hushed and deep;Nor even the sorrow moans, but falls asleepAnd has ill dreams. For you—your very nameSeems altered in mine ears, and cannot sendHeat through my heart, as…
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What place so strange,—though unrevealèd snow
At the earth’s end,—what passion of surpriseLike frost-bound fire-girt scenes of long ago?Lo! this is none but I this hour; and lo!This is the very place which to mine eyesThose mortal hours in vain immortalize,‘Mid hurrying crowds, with what alone I know.City, of thine a single simple door,By some new Power reduplicate, must beEven yet…
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?
Into the silence languidlyAs a tune into a tune,Those eyes unravel the coiled nightAnd know the stars at noon.The gold that’s heaped beside her hand,In truth rich prize it were;And rich the dreams that wreathe her browsWith magic stillness there;And he were rich who should unwindThat woven golden hair.Around her, where she sits, the danceNow…