Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire,
Dividing my delight and my desire,
The crescent life and love the plenilune,
Love me through dusk begin and dark retire;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
-In The Orchard
92. Edgar Allan Poe
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
8.83. Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
9.44. Lord Byron
As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.
-And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair
8.45. Alfred Lord Tennyson
A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
-Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
8.66. Oscar Wilde
She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart's delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.
-La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente (Lovely Lady of My Memory)
8.57. Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Under the arch of Life, where love and death,
Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw
Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe,
I drew it in as simply as my breath.
108. Thomas Wyatt
And wilt thou leave me thus?
And have no more pity,
Of him that loveth thee?
Alas! thy cruelty!
-And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
8.99. William Shakespeare
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
7.710. Alexander Pushkin
I am in chains, O maiden-rose,
And yet, not shameful of these guards;
A nightingale, thus, – in dense laurels –
A feathered king of the woods’ bards,
A proud and charming rose over,
In a sweet bondage – lives for long
And softly sings for her a song
Under a sensual night’s cover.
-"I am in chains"
911. Ezra Pound
Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust
'Neath which the last year lies,
For thou shouldst more mistrust
Time than my eyes.
7.712. Christopher Marlowe
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
-Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?
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