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I have loved nowers that fade
I have sown upon the fields
I heard a linnet courting
I heard great Hector .
I know not how I came
I live on hope
I love all beauteous things
I love my lady's eyes
I made another song ·
In all things beautiful
In autumn moonlight
I never shall love the snow again
In midmost length of hundred-citied Crete
In still midsummer night
In the golden glade.
In thee my spring of life
In this May-month
In this neglected, ruin'd edifice.
In ways of beauty and peace
I praise the tender flower .
I saw the Virgin-mother
I stand on the cliff
I travel to thee with the sun's first rays
I will be what God made me
I will not let thee go
I wish'd to sing thy grace
I would be a bird

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Je donnerais pour revivre à vingt ans
Joy, sweetest lifeborn joy .
Let praise devote thy work
Let us, as by this verdant bank .
Long are the hours the sun is above.
Look down the river .
Look! Look! the spring is come
Love not too much
Love on my heart from heaven fell
Love that I know
Love to Love calleth .
Lo where the virgin veiled in airy beams
Man, born of desire
Man, born to toil

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Man hath with man
Mortal though I be, yea ephemeral
My bed and pillow are cold
My delight and thy delight
My eyes for beauty pine
My lady pleases me and I please her
Myriad-voiced Queen
My soul is drunk with joy .
My spirit kisseth thine
My spirit sang all day
My wearied heart
No cthical system, no contemplation ,
Nothing is joy without thee
Now all the windows
Now in wintry delights
Now joy in all hearts
Now since to me altho’ by thee refused
Now thin mists temper
O bold majestic downs
O flesh and blood, comrade to tragic pain
O golden Sun, whose ray
O heavenly fire, life's life
O Love, I complain
O Love, my muse
O miserable man
O niy goddess divine
O my life's mischief
O my uncared-for songs
O my vague desires
Once I would say
One grief of thine
On the Hellenic board of Crete's fair isle .
Open for me the gates of delight
O that the earth, or only this fair isle
O thou unfaithful
O weary pilgrims
O youth whose hope is high
Perfect little body
Poor withcrcd rose
Power eternal, power unknown
Rejoice, ye dead

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Resound! Resound! To jubilant music ring
Riding adown the country lanes

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Sad, sombre place
Say who be these
Say who is this with silvered hair
See, Love, a year is pass'd
See, whirling snow
Sense with keenest edge unused
Since I believe in God
Since not the enamour'd sun
Since now from woodland mist
Since then 'tis only pity looking back
Since thou, O sondest and truest
Since to be loved endures
Since we loved
Sometimes when my lady sits by me
So sweet love seemed
Spirit of grace and beauty
Spring goeth all in white
Spring hath her own bright days
Sweet compassionate tears

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Tears of love, tears of joy
The birds that sing on autumn eves
The cliff-top has a carpet .
The clouds have left the sky
The dark and serious angel
The day begins to droop
Thee fair Poetry oft hath sought
The evening darkens over .
The fabled sea-snake, old Leviathan
The full moon from her cloudless skies
The green corn waving in the dale
The hill pines were sighing
The idle life I lead
The image of thy love
The lonely season in lonely lands
The north wind came up.
The pinks along my garden walks
The poets were good teachers
There is a hill
There's many a would-be poet .

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There was no lad handsomer
The saddest place
The sea keeps not the Sabbath day
The sea with melancholy war
These grey stones have rung with mirth
These meagre rhymes
The sickness of desire
The snow lies sprinkled on the beach
The south wind rose at dusk
The spirit's eager sense
The storm is over
The summer trees are tempest-torn
The upper skies are palest blue
The very names of things belov'd
The whole world now is but the minister .
The wood is bare
The work is done
The world comes not to an end.
The world still goeth about to show and hide
They that in play can do the thing they would .
They wer' amid the shadows
This world is unto God a work of art
Thou art a poet, Robbie Burns
Thou didst delight my eyes
Thou dimpled Millicent
Thousand threads of rain
Thou vainly, O Man, self-deceiver
Thus to be humbled
Thus to thy beauty
To to me, fair hearted Goddess, come
To my love I whisper
To us, o Queen of sinless grace
Trucst-hearted of early friends .
Turn, O return
'Twas on the very day winter took leave

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Wanton with long delay
Weep not to-day
We left the city when the summer day
What happy bonds together unite you
What is sweeter than new-mown hay

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• What think you, sister'
What voice of gladness
When Death to either shall come
When first I saw thee, dearest
When first we met
When from the lowest ebbing
When I see childhood
When June is come
When men were all asleep
When my love was away
When parch'd with thirst.
When sometimes in an ancient house
When thou didst give thy love to me
When thou, my beloved, diedst
When to my lone soft bed
Wherefore to-night so full of care
Where San Miniato's convent
Where thou art better I too were
While Eros in his chamber hid his tears
While yet we wait for spring
Whither, O splendid ship .
Who builds a ship
Who has not walked upon the shore
Who takes the census of the living dead
Why art thou sad
Why hast thou nothing
Why, O Maker of all
Will Love again awake
Winter was not unkind
With mild eyes agaze

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Ye blessed saints
Ye Spartan mothers
Ye thrilled me once

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