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Drink To Her – Thomas Moore

Drink to her who long  Hath waked the poet’s sigh,  The girl who gave to song  What gold could never buy.  Oh! woman’s heart was made  For minstrel hands alone;  By other fingers play’d,  It yields not half the tone.  … Continue reading

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Poem – An Inscription

Go little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl: And bid him look Into thy pages: it may hap that he May find that golden maidens dance … Continue reading

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Poem – To Milton

MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our … Continue reading

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Poem – The New Remorse

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand. And in the withered hollow of this land Hath Summer … Continue reading

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Poem – My Voice

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts’ full pleasure–You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy. Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For … Continue reading

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Poem – The House Of Judgement

And there was silence in the House of Judgment, and the Man came naked before God. And God opened the Book of the Life of the Man. And God said to the Man, ‘Thy life hath been evil, and thou … Continue reading

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Poem – On The Number Three

Beauty rests not in one fix’d Place, But seems to reign in every Face; ‘Tis nothing sure, but Fancy then, In various Forms bewitching Men; Or is it Shape and Colour fram’d, Proportion just, and woman nam’d? If Fancy only … Continue reading

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