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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
After Li Po
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
Living, I had no might
To make you hear,
Now, in the inmost night,
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
Whom Jove’s great son to her glad…
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
When Love with unconfinèd wings
Hovers within my Gates,
And my divine Althea brings
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Could our first father, at his toilsome plow,
Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow,
Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin,
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
O quam te memorem virgo...
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair —
Lean on a garden urn —
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
’Tis true, ’tis day, what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ’tis light?
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light,
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
Escape me?
Never —
Beloved!
What is he buzzing in my ears?
“Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
