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| Sonnet XIV |
| by Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
| If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile - - her look - - her way Of speaking gently, ' - - for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, - - and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long , and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. |
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| from Sonnets From The Portuguese |
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| Even As Love Grows More, I Write The Less |
| by Robert Silliman Hilliyer |
| Even as love grows more, I write the less, Impelled to speak, unable still to voice The lyric thoughts like angels that rejoice Attendant on thy godly lovinesss. Stay the bright swallow high in airy poise, Carve out of stone an infinite caress, Garner the fruits of tears and happiness, Make bloom forever what an hour destroys, Then shamed by such unprecedented skill I may find words to name thee, and to sing Such praises of thy beauty as shall fill The listening world with floods of carolling; Till then thouart like starlight on the air, Or clouds at dawn, unutterably fair. |
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| Beauty And Desire |
| by Edward Furlow |
| It is much immortal beauty to admire, But more immortal beauty to withstand; The perfect soul can overcome desire If beauty with divine delight be scanned; For what is beauty but the blooming child Of fair Olympus, that in night must end And be for ever from that bliss exiled, If admiration stand toomuch its friend? The wind may be enamoured of a flower, The ocean of the green and laughing shore, The silver lightning of a lofty tower, But must not with too near a love adore; Or flower, and margin, and cloud-capped tower Love and delight shall with delight devour! |
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