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Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The winds of heaven mix for everWith a sweet

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert . . . Near

Travelling

This is the spot:—how mildly does the sunShine in between the fading leaves! the airIn the habitual silence of this

Modern Love

And what is love? It is a doll dress’d upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers, so

Every day you play

“You are here. Oh, you do not run away.You will answer me to the last cry.Curl round me as though you were