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I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love
To Fanny.
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love!
Merciful love that tantalises not
One-thoughted,…
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice]
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand:…
She Walks in Beauty
I.
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and…
If you forget me
“I want you to knowone thing.
You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn…
I dwell in Possibility
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior– for…
So we’ll go no more a roving
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
…
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And…
The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when…
Mother To Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn…
Success is counted sweetest
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not…