There lived with us a wagging humourist
In that hound’s arch dwarf-legged on boxing-gloves.
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All other joys of life he strove to warm,
But they had suffered shipwreck with the ship,And gazed upon him sallow from the storm.Or if Delusion came, ’twas but to showThe coming minute mock the one that went.Cold as a mountain in its star-pitched tent,Stood high Philosophy, less friend than foe:Whom self-caged Passion, from its prison-bars,Is always watching with a wondering hate.Not till the…
He found her by the ocean’s moaning verge,
And she believed his old love had returned,Which was her exultation, and her scourge.She took his hand, and walked with him, and seemedThe wife he sought, though shadow-like and dry.She had one terror, lest her heart should sigh,And tell her loudly she no longer dreamed.She dared not say, ‘This is my breast: look in.’But there’s…
Unto that love must we through fire attain,
The hands of whom were given in bond elsewhere;Whom Honour was untroubled to restrain.Midway the road of our life’s term they met,And one another knew without surprise;Nor cared that beauty stood in mutual eyes;Nor at their tardy meeting nursed regret.To them it was revealed how they had foundThe kindred nature and the needed mind;The mate…
1–I
Above a bower in May,The training of Love’s vine of flameWas writ in laws, for lord and dameTo say their yea and nay.IIWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAcross the flowering night,And lord and dame held gentle sport,There came a young princess to Court,A frost of beauty white.IIIThe South sang like a nightingaleTo thaw her…
We three are on the cedar-shadowed lawn;
Is in the weak rib by a fatal shaftStruck through, and tells his passion’s bashful dawnAnd radiant culmination, glorious crown,When ‘this’ she said: went ‘thus’: most wondrous she.Our eyes grow white, encountering that we are three,Forgetful; then together we look down.But he demands our blessing; is convincedThat words of wedded lovers must bring good.We question;…