Kim, composite of all my loves,less real than most, more real than all;of my making, all the good andsome of the bad, yet of yourself;sole, unique, strong, alone,whole, independent, one: yet minein that you cannot be unfaithful
Some act of Love's bound to reherse,
I thought to bind him, in my verse:
Which when he felt,
Away (quoth he)Can Poets hope to fetter me
Living a whole life has three conditions: absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, a group of friends with whom to exchange minds, and a full love to be lost in all the time
Of these I have the easier two, but lack the third in lac...
The trawl of unquiet mind drops
Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead(bifurcated banners at a tourney)light alchemizes the brass on the bridgeinto sallow gold now the short northernautumn day closes quickly the thin coast(of grey Norway is ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey,
Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both
And, though so neere the Citie, and the Court, Art tane with neithers vice, nor sport:
That at great times, art no ambitious guest Of Sheriffes ...
Come, my Celia, let us
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever
Have you seen but a bright lily
Before rude hands have touched it
Have you marked but the fall of
Before the soil hath smutched it
It is usualfor people in this country(out of pretended respectbut rather from an impertinent curiosity)to desire to seepersonsafter they aredead
It is my earnest request that no personon any pretence whatevermay be permitted to see mycorpsebu...
Wouldst thou hear what man can
In a little
Reader, stay
Underneath this stone doth
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love
Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have, my peers; Poets, though divine, are men, Some have lov'd as old again
And it is not always face, Clothes, or fortune, give...
Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe
ha
Would you ha'kept me out
Christmas, old Christmas
Weep with me, all you that read This little story;
And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self is sorry
'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature...