There may be pink with white or white with rose Or there may be white with rose and pink with mauve Or even there may be white with yellow and yellow with blue Or even if even it is rose with white and blue And so there is no yellow there but by a...
Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd
First taught our English Musick how to
Words with just note and accent, not to
With Midas Ears, committing short and long;
A second warning, nor unheeded
Yet The thought appealed to me as no strange thing,
Pure though I was, that love impure had set Its seal on that fair woman in her Spring
Her broken beauty did not mar her grace In form or spirit
The rules break like a thermometer,quicksilver spills across the charted systems,we’re out in a country that has no languageno laws, we’re chasing the raven and the wrenthrough gorges unexplored since dawnwhatever we do together is pure inventiont...
And wilt thou have me fashion into
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light upon each
Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
My heavy fortune is much like the same:
I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan
For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,